The word was inadequate. The world divided, its potential lost in the torrential rain of fallen kings in the land which never changed. The light fell, deigning to bow before the darkness as a servant to its impervious will, but did not dim below the vague shadow that was the veil, hiding it from the sharp stones of the shade light. Defending the hope of rising again, the world was divided longer as the light and dark became one.
The land stood unchanged, but the sky had fallen from its pedestal as a last act of defiance. It disappeared into the earth, reunited, while the chaos and fire roared and thundered around them. The sky was quiet. The sky was gone.
The ground was scorched, the air was darkness, the fire was scarlet. The water burned and seared the flesh. The land was not changed. The world divided. The potential lost. The storm reigned. The darkness stood. The light waited.
The word was inadequate.
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Shards and Feathers
RandomThis is a collection of short stories. Other words for what may be contained in this collection: fragments, segments, excerpts, bits, pieces, shorts, extracts, and shreds. (Redundancy is fun.) This is the place where puzzles and snippets are kept an...
