They were silent workers in the night,
trembling beneath the pale moonlight.
And not a word was uttered, not even one,
until the final task was done.
Hammer went to nail to board,
that thundered a quiet and dark dust storm.
And not a single man noticed, not even one,
just the birds and the trees and the sleeping sun.
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2018 Writing Scrapbook
Short StoryI have already filled my previous writing scrapbook consisting of poetry and short stories from past years. This is a collection of all of my short stories and poetry written over the course of 2018. Contents: 1. Lanterns in the Sky (Sci-Fi) 2. The...
