#WritcoStoryPrompt67
An old man was screaming out for help at the top of a hill, you wanted to help him but you're too weak to get to the top. You realized that, if you were to help him, both of you might die. Share your creativity and write down your thoughts.


demon be gone for there hasn't been many songs to sing this day....

such a crafty display.....I've gotten off to play.......never the less guilty by association......there never a false accusation......but once the tantric start pacing......its a matter of time.....for the laws to unfold.....swath down....the burning brigades.....bridges decay.....ive lost a way.....can't say can't say.....veil on display.....broken left to decay....fallen upon the hardened rock.....stones Peirce and dash your life..... it's given when it's time....to all and each sublime.....

no one can understand....for the words are arranged in the pattern....the blood into every switch....there death can come ever quick....choke upon....this is but a dream....for the mountain is king!!!!
© silentOne