Writing Fiction 

Sometimes the pictures are in motion, one screen after another.

She’s running fiercly to catch the last glimpse of her falling kingdom. He’s broken because his Moon derived powers can no longer be of use.

These pass swiftly before they are captured in vivid words. And the fire blows away, just like that for the day. 

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