Devotion left to the SkiesThe sun hits the clouds with an arrangement of fiery shades, piercing through skies like an ensemble of sharp, golden blades.I can write nothing of love or gratitude, nor sorrow and despair. I am simple, jaded and restless. I have no story to tell of a turning affair.But there are no answers, no solutions that I've stubbornly tried to evict. The hope for a cure, a saviour, a remedy for happiness was never truly legit.So I watch the skies, shades varying from bright blues to the fire that my soul requires. Only the future can determine that I will one day fulfil my deepest desires.The future being depicted as such an opportun
The Enchantment of Material PossessionsKing Midas was a large and selfish man. Although his width was large, it did not reflect the size of his heart. Ever since he found a genie in his ancient palace, all he has touched turned into the most valuable currency known to man - gold; but his wealth that grew to exponential levels, only revealed further how self centered he was. As if he was rotten all the way to the core.King Midas sat upright on his once ochre stained throne, which was now almost a neon yellow."Send in the girl!" he bellowed. A small girl only 10 years of age was pushed into the room. Her hair was a dirty blonde shade, and reached her waist; dress torn and alm
The Consequences of DesireThe sounds of the twins boyishly loud footsteps echoed through the timber walls. Lola concentrated on the rich, smooth flavour of the Amo bar to distract herself from the way Paul Marshall was staring at her.She had always loved being in control, being the dominant one. So as she let the chocolate slowly disintegrate on her tongue, she devised a plan. Paul Marshall was a highly successful man and with his new Amo bar production being sent to thousands of soldiers, it was positive that his riches would only increase.Lola glanced at his shoes- what were they again? 'Duckers in the Turl?' She watched as the late afternoon light glinted off
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