She walked out into the darkness, recently cast by the obtrusive clouds overhead. The humidity caused her skin to feel thick with sweat, taking a deep breath she smells that hint of atmosphere. That was the precise moment the sky began to fall, clouds surrounded her, cast about the ground in droplets of rain. Standing in that moment she felt at peace with the water surrounding her, as if it were part of her.
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Short Stories by Amaranthean
Historia CortaI would like for you to sit back relax and read over a collection of Short Stories and Poetic Prose that I have written. Most stories are 500 words or less. I will add more stories from time to time. The picture on the cover was taken and edited by...
