Oh, Mighty Giant
My eyes marvel at your sight
With you, I am home
How does it work?
More stories from Wendy and writers in Poets and other communities.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. According to legend, there was a time when humans once ruled the land. Billions of them supposedly walked the earth at one time. Today, that is an unfathomable number, considering there are less than 80,000 people that remain.
By Wendy4 years ago in Fiction
Another morning-night-morning shift… the familiar toss up of sunrises: something between poppy-coloured clouds and Bellini-soaked skies...
By sleepy draftsa day ago in Poets
I wake up every morning With one thing on my mind The buttons on my pj’s I quickly need to find Each night’s like Russian Roulette
By Earl W. Pearl4 days ago in Poets
The water cascaded noisily over the stones in the riverbed and though the spring floods came early it was still not deep enough to keep men and horses from fording. On any other morning the sound of it rushing would have carried over the lowing of the cattle in the surrounding meadows. But the waters ran red with blood, the groans and cries of the wounded drowning out both the gurgling river and the neighboring livestock.
By John Cox5 days ago in Chapters
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