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All True Stories Began with Real Lives

I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks! A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk, branches protruding upwards like the crooked teeth of an aged jackal. Fragile creatures, the likes of birds and small rodents dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest. Like fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee, hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse of huddled, wilted trees, just in time before the weight of the setting sun could fall upon their tiny heads and extinguish the tiny capsule of air from their little lungs in the same way the last flickering silvery and golden webs of light were extinguished from the sky, giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and the Heavans began.
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brandon-c-williams
American
Published
Jan 18, 2012
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I guess I don't know if I should mold it into a poem with a purpose or lengthen it into a story - perhaps?

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