The battleground- an expanse of white, pure as undriven snow.
An army of writers, poets, novelists, and literary artists warming up on the sidelines, glasses poised just so, fingers nimble and ready.
Words and worlds, life and death, the mundane and the beautiful will come to life and die today on this page, as we charge ever-hopeful into the vast emptiness of our ever more analytical planet wielding weapons of mass creation.
Ink-black blood from words crushed and deleted, smears of worlds erased a new life gets to its knees, words finally falling into place;
Once upon a time….
Written for and inspired by 99 Word Stories– you really must go and read the original post, inspiring is too weak of a word.
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Sweeterthannothing 
Good story
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Thank you! 🙂
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U are welcome
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I fully agree that Charli’s post this week was one to remember!
I really enjoyed the metaphors that you picked to describe the act of writing. I especially enjoyed this paragraph: “Words and worlds, life and death, the mundane and the beautiful will come to life and die today on this page, as we charge ever-hopeful into the vast emptiness of our ever more analytical planet wielding weapons of mass creation.”
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Thank you, that’s a huge compliment, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Sweet! You have me garbed up in my armor, ready to take the field with you, wielding weapons of mass creation!
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It would be a pleasure to battle the boring and create and with you 😀 Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Oh my gosh, you had me at weapons of mass creation! Brilliant story.
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This is such a strong response! One of my favorite phrases/images is “a new life gets to its knees, words finally falling into place”. And of course, ending with “Once upon a time” makes this an endless loop, a universal story.
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