William Bout
The darkness enveloped and trembling voices resigned themselves to the approaching doom.
Close your eyes, they called, for it will ease your inevitable demise.
Refusing to yield, I wandered the blackness, exhausted and weary, I trudged along, when in the distance, the first ripple of light and to it I ran, eventually bathed in the beacon of hope.
For Three Line Tales
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Beautiful imagination. I like your choice of words!!
Thank you so much! ☺
I like it, especially the ending–however I’m confused by the use of “reigned” in the first line. Is it possible you meant “reined”, or am I just not getting the meaning?
Thank you! …Neither…! It’s resigned!😉 A standing ovation for spellcheck this time! 😀
Oh Okay, now it makes sense–thanks!! 🙂
This brings a smile. Nicely done for the prompt.. 🙂
Thank you so much! ☺