In a room, there is a table with two chairs made of oak. It’s tattered by time and use, hidden under a thick white tablecloth adorned with floral print. On top of the cloth lays the sharpest combat knife ever constructed by man.
In the chairs across from one another, sit you and I in the moonlight of a Saturday night. All I could hear was the audioble hum of silence.
I look into your eyes. Blood red with revenge.
You look at the knife. Cold black metal, ready to take a soul.
Knowing your intentions, I bow my head and bring my hands together to pray.
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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WRITE OF MIGHT 
Yes. Well expressed
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Thank you
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“In a room, their is a table…” should be “there”. 😱 just wanted to make you aware. ✌🏼😉👏🏼
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Much obliged. I’m a victim of smartphone corrections and in need of a proof reading habit 😅
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Thanks for understanding. I can’t help myself when i see the errors… ✌🏼
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Nice my friend, perfect title to a breath holding story.
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Thanks for stopping in and reading it! 😃
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You know it my man, great write. 🙂
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That’s true! They probably deserve it even more…
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