A crowd of over 20,000 men and women chanted Ryan Green's name. He waved with his left hand. The controller is in his right. On the other side of the stadium, his opponent, a young man name Victor kept focused.
My apologies for the pics I didn't share
For imageless poems so bland and bare
Words cut to the chain without a care
For formatting, style, and glam and glare
Soon as the tip hits the paper, Lightning crashes
And the words thunder
On to the paper
Furlian sat at her kitchen table and worried that she had just killed her daughter.
Illegal Traditions by @dmoonfire makes such strong use of tension, slowly building the reader's knowledge of the world and the plot until at the end, once you know everything, you are torn between horror and surprise.
The mirrored gaze of the river;
Of the sweet pollen peopled earth,
The bees' curious buzz;
Graphics are sourced from their respective posts
Reflections by Sunravelme