(can be a fairytale)
*whispering*Have you ever heard . . .
Have you ever heard about the black - water well called Hate? The black-water well that stopped reflecting the blue sky; even when the night comes you can’t see the stars reflecting on the rippled surface. The only thing seen *once upon a time* was the finger that disturbed the tranquility of the water surface. Even the screaming winds died while the black water absorbed their sound and the silent image of the finger that dared to disturb its tranquility. It is a lie though but the black water doesn’t want to remember that. Without refreshing movement, without resistance the water will die fighting itself. Die fighting what it is becoming while not exploring its true nature.
Short story by night soul woman
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Written on 2011-06-16 at 20:05
Tags Water  Fairytale
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