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Emma Cowell, 14 Jul '12

It invaded the trees and drowned the dirt above their roots; as the air succumbed to obscurity, it stretched endlessly into abyss, reaching out to hold possession of this sleeping land. Across the frozen fields, enclosing homes in its arms, smothering them like the reaper to the dying.
The fire was rising on the horizon, all pale shadows and promising light, stretching to the sky and setting the fields aglow. The mist, that enemy, recoiled, relinquished its hold on the earth. The fire, the gold, it began to smoulder warmly, caressing the sky with wide, forgiving arms.
It seemed the mist and the sun became one, like the hands of two soul mates, intertwining to form a beautiful dawn. Freedom began to fall once again on the trees, the ground, the homes, all seeking the chilly warmth and the comfort in this strange alliance.

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  • Jamie Thomas said...

    Emma, this is bloody amazing. You are a really intricate and poetic writer, and what you created here was, by literary standards, beautiful. Well done! :D

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Anthony Blackshaw said...

    Welcome to Burrst @Emma Cowell :)

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Emma Cowell said...

    Thank you @Anthony Blackshaw, this site is great! @Liam Volk and @Jamie Thomas, your lovely words mean a lot, thank you so much :) We're gonna miss you guys next year :(

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Jennifer Jaques said...

    @Emma Cowell I have to echo Jamie's sentiments- it is very poetic. Love that you are burrsting!!

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    People have mentioned this but it really does read like a poem, to me it was like a haiku about nature. It's beautiful how you use words to describe the nature in this. This is different to the other stories posted on Burrst, as it hasn't got a plot, but it is more about the beauty of a moment. I really liked this :)

    • Posted 7 years ago