I've grown bored with how I walk;
it's time to change my stride,
quit lunging forth like a truck
charging through a world engulfed in fire.
It's time to pull my shoulders back
and slow into a prowl, stroll this world
with hip-shot grace and barely touch the ground.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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The Cairn Beside the Lake
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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Oh, stride with purpose and confidence. That image is kinda sexy? Love this. And yes, like the shitty Matty said, glad to have you here!
Fabulous work! 💕
Love this, it’s short, sharp, and full of attitude.
Glad you posted this in the RYV thread and glad to have you here!
I absolutely adore this.