by thefourpartland

I can hear the world reach for me. I can feel it claw at my soul. I can sense it as it runs scaly claws down my back. It will not have me.

I could fight. Perhaps. I could resist. It’s a possibility. I could rebel. A failure, certainly. But these are things that take effort, and time. I will take the easy way out, the way that lets me fly far beyond those grasping claws. I will fly.

One day.


  1. ganymeder on 01.05.2012

    Perfect flash!

  2. The Four Part Land on 01.06.2012

    Thanks. Wrote this one evening when I was feeling a little odd. Sometimes those the best writing moments.

  3. ganymeder on 01.06.2012


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