The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)

It’s the last five minutes in the last lecture of the year. My hands grip behind my back, and I feel the buzz. I am The Static Touch. Pulling both hands back around, they grip the desk in front of me. The tingle running through my body says I need to calm down. But that … Continue reading The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)

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Poetry Of Music

As I play my ocarina over the hills, Lovely birds sing back in musical trills. The sky shines down upon my face, Pushing up my playing pace.   Notes fill up the lively air, And up pop squirrels, cute, a pair. They dance from side to side, And harmonize with voices that glide.   A … Continue reading Poetry Of Music