The creature cautiously waited. The embers sizzled warmly. The creature sat upon the rock it had been using as a pillow and it almost felt like there was a hum inside. A beating held deep under layers of long-cooled magma.
Did it dare light itself again? Or had too much time passed for it to come out of this extinguished state? Was it too cold and too long and too late to light up the cavernous domes of my soul?
The creature waited with growing anticipation... Waiting for the next flash of light.
Comments (3 so far!)
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- #1607 Posted 5 years ago
Binky, why are you not using all of the spaces? I like your style; i feel immersed in your setting. Remember, the atmosphere is a character too and would love for you to describe it.especially when you have extra letters. Lol
- #1622 Posted 5 years ago
- 4 out of 5
Thank you! I'll have to work on that! At the time that I originally penned this little series, it was meant to be a collection of very short poetry. Just a couple stanzas each. So that's why there's really not a lot to them. These were a movie I had trapped in my head like a song playing on repeat and I just needed it on the outside of me as quickly as possible so I could move on.
- #1636 Posted 5 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
There was a few times when the lights would flare up again, the embers would be stirred by a passing…Cooling Embers
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