On your way home the twilight fades into nothingness. Shadows arise, the path plunges in darkness. But fear not; you have a pale companion looking over your shoulder and smiling at you. He lights your way and outshines the stars in the sky. Reflected sunlight, but much gentler, soothing even. Not a cloud can hide him forever, not a veil of mist can reach him. Yet he will be there as a silent witness, a monument of calmness, of hope. For the night is less uninviting when he is there to gaze upon you and remind you: home is close.
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Weekly Writing Exercises
General FictionEvery week a new writing exercise -- this is my ambition. Drabble, poem or short story, you will find everything here. The topics are variegated, you may even prompt me. And there are updates every week!
