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Previously. - Continuing my short story thing.
This is not pre-meditated, it is wrote as it comes, Literally I am doing this as I think it to try and gain quick writing and typing skills.
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Peace, tranquility, harmony echo around the landscape. Sound is no sound, silence is music.
The cane stopped. The mans eyes immersed into the sky, His ardent eyes shone red.
He began to whisper, the air from his mouth carried in the wind, with a subtle yellow tint his breath faded away from his mouth.
He lifted his cane, his frail hands placed it in-front of his intriguing figure.
The stick, once again started to transmit a red mist around it, but not enveloping him.
An old looking book seeped from the dragons mouth that was calved into the cane.
On the book shone a sentence, carving the words into the night sky.
" I closed my eyes for the last time, I drifted away, into the magic night I softly say a silent prayer. "
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Thank you so much for reading.
It would be nice if you read it and commented :0
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