I long for worlds untold
The ones I can't reach
Just beyond my grasp
Teasing with their closeness
Swirling with cacophonous beauty
Their taste upon my tongue
Color, sounds, personalities
Words perched on my lips
Here they come
Lilting out
To fall to the ground
Dead and dry
Without Life
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Imagination Station
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I will write just to practice my writing skills and try different genres. I'm warning you, they will be short. And by short I mean SHORT. From a paragraph to 3 pages in length ( which will happen rarely) I will try...
