United States I gathered up supplies and built a space rocket. Everything was fine, I was shooting for the moon; but then I crash-landed on an island somewhere. I stumbled around for the last several years, and now I've begun getting stuff together and building again. 30 followers / 5.3k words
Down over the horizon he went, And her eyes followed. To want lost people to return, To want lost things to be found, Is to wish to be the centre of the universe, A point to which each falls back, Its energy spent.
Write on, Right into the night, whether Right or left, whether Right or wrong, it's your Right to do it, and you're Right to do it, so never fear, just Write on.
I shuffled through the long corridor, Dragging my broken foot behind me, Illuminated by the flickering lights above. The scratching and screaming to my right and left, The moaning down below. I could not outrun it, this I knew, But still made some distance Before the Hound Was upon me.
Pale white strips Floating on the water. A face Under the moon That dissolves into stars. Wandering agents of a Cosmic gasp That burst out When all things were made.