Short Stories and Prose
Just me getting over Writer's Block!
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Of Dante and Silken Fire
“I love you,” a whisper spoken on a broken tongue as your eyes continue to bore into my own - flame and passion and heat.
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Uhuru (Freedom.)
Two voices melded together as the night was once again filled with the sounds of the night. “For Uhuru.” The small flame flickered, and then went out.