In the Echo

Creative Writing 1 Minute

I am pondering the meaning of so much destruction in so little time, touching the spirits of mindful watchers gazing at the signs of the last days. The end of the desperate did not come because they expected it; a thief arrives when the house is empty. We buried our words beneath poignant sensations hidden from the living, wishing to resurrect sentiments to share with the deceased. When death comes, let my last words echo, “I love you.“

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.

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