*In times of suffocating distance and dread of age, our heroes become toy soldiers and fall stagnant as their minds and bodies turn plastic.
Alas, trapped in a thin yet unbreakable steel sphere pearled by the sorrow of past prisoners, I am forced to cringe at the thick, sour stench of sadism and apathy thus tumble down a bottomless path which many innocent were forced down before me.*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
*In times of suffocating distance and dread of age, our heroes become toy soldiers and fall stagnant as their minds and bodies turn plastic.
Alas, trapped in a thin yet unbreakable steel sphere pearled by the sorrow of past prisoners, I am forced to cringe at the thick, sour stench of sadism and apathy thus tumble down a bottomless path which many innocent were forced down before me.*
This here is a word association prose I wrote two weeks ago during a Tees Achieve Creative Writing session.
The objective of this exercise was to write three words associated with each word given by the tutor and then use our associated words in written order to create a short prose.
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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
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