You described a fictional death so vividly, so packed full of small details, that you ran out of breath midway. However you were so determined that you continued to describe it without taking a breath. Then your ceiling fan fell and crushed you, of course.
mutilated in a meat factory grinder run by pink unicorns and elephant monkeys and penguins.
"the beauty of words. They can be many different things to many different people. It's all in how we listen. Or how we read."- Lyrical Inspiration (authors note) of Enemies and Playmates by Darcia Helle
You get stranded on a deserted island with absolutely nothing, and one night while you're standing around making your SOS sign, a satellite falls from the sky and crushes you.
My silence is my sound... XxXxX Turn your wounds into your wisdom.
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