Prison

Prison

A Story by Poetic License

Eloquence and beauty, once at rough and jealous fingertips, now lost and fleeting.

A love affair with words, with flourish, with... and they are gone, again. Once again. Gone.

My mind is my prison, bottles of pills my jailers.

© 2017 Poetic License


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This is so good. Years ago Hemingway said. Short tale is the hardest. You accomplished complete tale in 36 words. A outstanding job.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago
a short story indeed! LOL!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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 Added on September 14, 2017
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Poetic License
Poetic License

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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. - Hemingway Fyrene ond fæhðe fela missera, singale sæce, sibbe ne wolde wið manna hwone m&ae.. more..

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