TEASER: Ruins (Short Story)
- - Disclaimer - - Its not finished, but I do have more. I’m working on it, and it might take me a bit, but its turning out different than I expected it to. Anyways, here’s a taste to prove to those (few) that care, I have been writing. Or trying to. Maybe I’ll throw up a reflection some other time. Right now though, here’s Ruins. - - - - There’s only...
I hope you know why I can’t say it back.
I've been wordless for too long. Pens lay...
God, I love you.
What price is too high … ? To write, to love, to know. To feel once more the high of creativity - the lust to make real a thought, a whisper, a ghost.
Its funny how much more real things seem once uttered out loud. Perhaps that is why we fear speaking up so much. It is the power that words hold over us, the ability to convince us that it is real, concrete, true. When we cannot admit something to ourselves, it is never mentioned. However, once it is, only upon that moment of utterance, can we truly be freed. To Act.
Three, Two, One.
A countdown means a beginning, or an end. Either way, I’m in.
greatnesslieswithin: i feel so boring when i realize that i haven’t written in a while If words could speak for themselves, we would not need writers. When one loses their voice, the world mourns with silence.