Twitter Art Micro-Stories: April-May 2020 May 31, 2020 / duncanwilsonauthor / 0 Comments "It once was a symbol of power, authority, and dominion over the lands around and all who dwelt therein. Now, as the tides go in, and the tides go out, it is a symbol of nothing more than the passage of time, and the memory of long ago times, fading and crumbling with the ages."— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) May 25, 2020 "A gateway into another world?""Perhaps. Perhaps it is but a gateway into your own soul, where the only company is your own mind.""Okay, now I'm scared…."— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) May 19, 2020 In that moment between light and dark, in that period between the seen and the unseen, the hidden colors of the world burst forth to paint our skies and our lives, brilliant and vivid for but a brief time, only to fade swiftly to grey, not to be seen again for another day.— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) April 29, 2020 The place seemed so tranquil now. Every so often, a jogger or hiker would pass by, never knowing, never suspecting. Water washes all away in time. No trace remained of either of them anymore. Not their footsteps, not their blood, not even their bones remained after so many years.— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) April 11, 2020 Share with: Short Stories Art Micro Storiesfictionmicrofiction Previous post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: A List Next post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: June 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.