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Young Writers Society



The setting sun

by michellel96


Sand coat our feet
Waves lick our toes
As we peer out to the horizon

A globe of fire
Paint hues to the sky
Showers of it's red light shadowing the water

Ocean rippling
The hands of the wind grab our hair
As we watch our light disappear

We walk away, glancing back
Darkness envelope us
Diamonds on black velvet guide our way

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I like to create sympathy for my characters, then set the monsters loose.
— Stephen King