Where I challenge myself to write at least one micro story a week…
I haven’t had the best of weeks, okay.
Darkness and shadows.
It always feels like there is nothing but darkness and shadows.
It is, of course, a lie. An illusion. There is so much more than just darkness and shadows. Terror and nightmares. Danger and pain.
Vanguards of the horde.
But it always comes back to darkness and shadows.
The twirling fumes of anguish. The abysmal depths of sorrow twisting your body and soul. Grief and hatred. Anger and despair.
Heralds of what is to come.
Because while there is so much more, there is also nothing else.
But darkness and shadows.