#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh



*THE SCRIPTURE I READ*

It glamours giving a beautiful 🌊 of inspiration or a dark sensation of displeased interference to the atmosphere it attacked from a distance with just the perfect or depressed version of accept or deny




In the silence of solitude that I picture a version of my scripture very intense in touch I fill as to embrace a new fait and wave bye to distance of curvature


Or silently I sense a disappointment that rises slowly from the dept of my being in a very tragic manner living a series of thoughts


Lost in direction no consolation the fragile soul that is trying to find refuge and soon all hope was lost before one Idea was made known to the heart it is now of no use to the furnace of light that once admired beautiful ambitions all wishes have gone down to dust



Or
A beautiful blace of gentle altitude that came in form of a smell and just by seeing I felt a great need to do better follow bigger ambitions and put together a new being
It was the scripture I read


A human who made the bible glitter gave meaning to it when ever I steared and didn't dear to touch
It shine like no other

It was just a character that could blossom indeed your character is someone's scripture