The True Happiness of Creation
Posted on 6 December, 2018
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The bar was dark and dreary. The chairs and tables were almost full, and there was no music, as far as Joseph could tell. He couldn’t even hear the conversation on the table next to him, only managing snippets of words that didn’t make…
Category: HorrorTags: amwriting, bar, drinking, fiction, flash fiction, short story, writing
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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