Fantasy, Poetry, fiction
Posted on 14 February, 2019
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The man in front of him was the nervous sort. The sort of man that had seen things – still saw them. Someone who didn’t want to believe what they saw, for nobody else did. It wasn’t the first time Arnte had interviewed such…
Category: FantasyTags: amwriting, drunk, fairys, fantasy creatures, flash fiction, interview, short story
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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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