Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something is lurking in the background. A tangible shadow of sorts; one that breathes, one whose heartbeats echo. Thud. Thud. Thud. It's alive. But barely. The thuds are not rhythmical; they are sporadic, leaving you weary and apprehensive of when they will thud again, hoping that they won't, but wanting them to. Confusing you. Thud. …

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The Velvet Sun

Mesmerized by the brilliant skies, they stepped out of their comfort zones to gaze at the horizon that beckoned them so irresistibly. Drenched in spectrums of red, the skyline lured them closer and closer into its enchanting glory, distorting their conviction that it was unreachable; intangible. The sky was now within reach; it became a …