A man was hanged on the great oak today, strung him up before sundown. There wasn't a single gust of wind for miles.
Strangely enough, a few hours later just after midnight I noticed the empty noose swaying ever so slightly.
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
