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Barricade

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Entry to last week’s weekend writing prompt!

Shade of Hellos, you’ve lingered far too long.

Wept dry tears after sorrow turned bitter.

Swallowed a rock that settled in your gut.

But I now see your barricades crumbling.

For I’ve kindled a small fire in the dark,

by a tiny corner den in your heart.

Extinguish it you may try, but white fire never dies.

And grow it will into a conflagration.

And burn it will all rotten deadwood.

Melting the sap that suffocates the air so.

Opening that canopy that kept you low.

Till all that remains is red ashes and charcoal.

Fertile grounds for a new life and soul.

So awaken now young seedling, become the tree of life.

Grow tall and dig deep for there will be strife.

The shade no longer hides the sand.

Hellos now shines across the land.


 

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Longevity

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Entry to this weekend’s writing prompt! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha

Away she flies, sunrise to sundown.
Bearing tidings and prophecy, the king has returned.
Twins in tow, a boy and a girl.
Kingdoms to sow, an east and west united.
They will reclaim the past, lost shards before the breaking.
They will rebuild the mast, airships that sailed the skies.
For old worlds shatter, new worlds open.
For old ages burned, new ages rise.
The egg of Ragnarok ignites!
Rebirth is the longevity of the soul.

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Flowers by the Track

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Entry to this week’s Friday FIctioners! Photo courtesy of the reclining gentleman.

“It’s time” announced papa as a gentle rumble crept over the train tracks.

“I’m scared! What’ll happen to you?” cried the youngling with a doleful look below.

“The wind has come to take me and scatter my essence across the land. Such is the way of life my child.”

The tracks began to shake; hum turned into roar. The youngling covered her eyes and whispered “Will I ever see you again?”

Papa nodded and faced the sun.

A resounding whoosh followed an eclipse.

When the child opened her eyes, papa was gone.

A single yellow petal fluttered against the wind.

 

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