I stack supplies for the improbable. Beaming sun shows the way, my only compass on this day. Cause when the sky succumbs to #gloaming crimson, welcoming the brightest stars, I know I'll be ready for tyranny. The high tide. Centuries've been brewing this inevitable divide.
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Daily Flash Fiction
General FictionThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
