I know it has been incredibly long since I last posted. Some may even be saying who is this that popped up in my blog queue? I have been extremely busy, and let life and work get ahead of me writing. But, No More! Below you can feast your eyes on my latest Thurs Threads entry. Hopefully this will signal the start of writing more often. Enjoy and thanks for the read.
New Horizons
She looked over at him and started weeping. It had been close to a week that they had been on this strange planet. They had eaten very little for fear of poisoning and had only recently for fresh water. Yet neither of them were hungry, thirsty, or tired for that matter. It was so confusing to her, they had went to bed, and had woke up here.
"So what do you think?" she quivered as spoke.
“As far as I’m concerned, we are God.” he replied smugly.
"How can you honestly think that?" she questioned.
He lifted his hand slowly, His brow furrowed in concentration. As he lifted it a large plant that was next to us started to rise out of the ground. He flung his hand out, and the plant went flying away from us. He turned to me, and as his hand made a squeezing motion, I could feel the pressure starting to indent my skull. I begged and pleaded. The pain was mounting. He gestured in a dismissive manner, and I was tossed in a heap to watch as he walked off.
New Horizons
She looked over at him and started weeping. It had been close to a week that they had been on this strange planet. They had eaten very little for fear of poisoning and had only recently for fresh water. Yet neither of them were hungry, thirsty, or tired for that matter. It was so confusing to her, they had went to bed, and had woke up here.
"So what do you think?" she quivered as spoke.
“As far as I’m concerned, we are God.” he replied smugly.
"How can you honestly think that?" she questioned.
He lifted his hand slowly, His brow furrowed in concentration. As he lifted it a large plant that was next to us started to rise out of the ground. He flung his hand out, and the plant went flying away from us. He turned to me, and as his hand made a squeezing motion, I could feel the pressure starting to indent my skull. I begged and pleaded. The pain was mounting. He gestured in a dismissive manner, and I was tossed in a heap to watch as he walked off.
