OneWithPen
Bio
My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.
Stories (25/0)
Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
By OneWithPen2 months ago in Poets
Brilliant Silence
Starlight in a resplendent gaze that encompasses the future. A shadow intertwines and dances within crimson veins surrounding the Earthy Brown Iris, alighting with hope. A fist with the index finger and thumb tightly caressing the silver-black shaft between them.
By OneWithPen5 months ago in Poets
Blood Memory
Hindsight smacked the man with a reminiscence for the blood he had purposed to exhibit, a time of decisiveness that brought about consequential indecision. Analysis adamantly magnified caused his love for life to atrophy and desiccate into darkness as heartlessness had scarred him.
By OneWithPen6 months ago in Poets
