Perfect Villain-Post Ten

The Road a twisted serpent lay t’wixt home of blessed hope and the final tie where night confines the day. There in that shallow shadow of twisted moment’s thought Red was green and fell between with some memories he’d brought. He, chaste lover,  confidant of clowns, sadly sinking. slowly keeling. simply drowns. While he dies …

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The Second Sentence

Most of us can write a first sentence. We own the faculties of benign intellect at least. We can say what we think, or how we feel or repeat what we heard. The Second Sentence, aye, there’s the rub. The Second Sentence may be a non sequitur. The Second Sentence may be the rough equivalent of the …

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