As the Casualties Mount
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
Bombs.
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Rain.
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Down.
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Trembling, we breathe.
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Robert Quick
I only meant that it was fiction for me, as in I have not experienced this thankfully.
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Lampyris Noctiluca
I see. I thought the tag was ironic, if that's the correct word. I'm speaking for myself here, but I feel immensely lucky to belong to one of the very few generations in European history to never experience a war first hand. I was born in the 90s. If I had been born exactly a century earlier, I would have been cannon fodder in WWI. Me and everyone I know.
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FICTION ANY NUMBER OF PLACES AND FOR WHAT PROFITING OFF EVIL HOPE IN A SINGLE BREATH- Published 6 years ago and featured 6 years ago.
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Lampyris Noctiluca
Sad that this isn't fiction at all - and I see you included the fiction tag below... really makes you stop and think for a moment.
This is a very clever use of the visual and spatial dimensions of the page, with the bombs falling from above the rain clouds, and the we waiting underneath.