The duck ate her rose pedal

Love was nothing without you in this world, as a soul city surviver time learned to live 51 years without this. Her deep blue breaths of fresh air brought moments of deep joy into the lives of others. Her fire starter habits burned cities of love that only time knew about.

As she walked a path on thin ice her feeling of shame learned to curtail the surrounding snows of her past. Out from under she kicked the sky knowing heavens rain would crush down upon her rage. A rage of wind and a rage of time set her soul straight again.

Time once again harpooned her to be the person she knew from far across the universe, The strange waves of fear rushed in to the new dark worlds she created and time edited it’s motion. For the thousands of years she roamed this land, the only thing that mattered is when the duck ate her rose pedal…

Awesome art!!

a reply to: JJproductions

For the thousands of years she roamed this land, the only thing that mattered is when the duck ate her rose pedal…

I hate it when that happens!



I love reading your stories JJ. They are so colorful and descriptive...they fill my imagination with new worlds and new places...get the creative juices flowing...

Nice job!

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a reply to: blend57

Quack quack I can’t eat the rose pedal all the time can I ?

a reply to: darkbake

DarkBake, you are going to write the best story with your art!

a reply to: JJproductions

Great work, JJ! It's a bit of a conundrum, but what stood out for me was the rage.

On a personal level, my rage drove me to become creative, which in turn, calmed my rage.

a reply to: Encia22

Yes, and thank you Encia for reading!!!

A very tasteful story, indeed.

a reply to: TDDAgain

Keep your damn duck away from the roses lol!

a reply to: JJproductions

Was it THAT damn duck again?

haHA!

a reply to: TDDAgain

Your first damn duck ate the tulips and this new damn duck eats roses! Haha!

a reply to: JJproductions

What an honor that you remember this poem! I am impressed!

a reply to: TDDAgain