Untitled by @DoomOfTheDesert Twitter Art Micro-Stories: November 15-21, 2020 November 24, 2020 / duncanwilsonauthor / 0 Comments 'They all looked up, toward the horizon, following the movement of the birds above. They all looked, silent, reverent, some saying simple prayers of thanks. Today was a rare day, one of the few days they ever caught sight of the old tower among the ever present clouds…. https://t.co/ymYU2lKBLq— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 20, 2020 'Were you to stumble upon a secret such as this, upon an egg of a long extinct species, upon the potential salvation of an ancient past, would you leave it undisturbed, or would you unleash it upon an unsuspecting world, unsure if it were a blessing or the doom of your own kind?' https://t.co/dIrr3ycDrs— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 20, 2020 'Whenever the world is at rest, when the waters calm and the winds wander away, when the chill of the season renders all creatures silent in the night, that is when the stars of the sky shatter our seclusion and solitude, serving as celestial solace from the abyss of eternity.' https://t.co/QrxgEcl4LB— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 19, 2020 'Oh what fools men must be to venture upon the sea, oh how careless with their precious lives to cast them upon the waters and trust upon the winds to guide them home again! What mad must men be to venture all for intangible dreams of conquest and discovery and lust for lucre.' https://t.co/u8WTSvi2qY— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 19, 2020 'One must take the calm moments between the wars, when the battles are not raging, when one can pause and breathe between crises, to rest and reorient and remember the world is still beautiful, and will be tomorrow. An occasion for reflection can result in a lifetime of wisdom.' https://t.co/fV0NdbqUnG— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 19, 2020 'Was this the semblance to seek? Was this the form that would function for the future? The new life, born of the wails of the restless world, did not know the answer. It only knew this form felt right somehow, and would serve the madness that gave it life and demanded blood.' https://t.co/SVrhGXdODy— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 19, 2020 'There were memories here, not all pleasant, not all meant to remain. There were shadows of the past etched in the stones, carved deep into the cavernous crypt. There were secrets here, sealed away in ash and amber, never meant to be revealed again. This was a grave, after all.' https://t.co/A3jjbWryiL— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 19, 2020 'The lovely lanterns lit her way, the delicate globes of paper and wax, so fragile to the touch, so dim in the daylight. She gave silent thanks to her unknown forerunner who made and placed the lights upon the shores to safely steer any who might also seek the sunset secrets.' https://t.co/vd5n4jpY0z— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 18, 2020 'The annual passage of the shuddering cephalopods was something to see. Tourists flocked to the established trails by the thousands to gasp in awe at the migrating monstrosities. Every so often, one would wander off course, consuming a crowd, but that was the accepted risk.' https://t.co/ilbOlE9hSN— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 18, 2020 'Coffee cat cares not for your concerns, this is the proper place to plop. You've made it warm and welcoming, with a supreme scent to savor, and you wonder why the kitty cat claims your coffee cup for its chair? No, coffee cat is content, which it's sure is what you wanted.' https://t.co/Ab94HIfznS— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 18, 2020 'This world was still waking, still wanting for larger life, yet already mankind walked upon its planes. There were protests when they established the portal, cries that we were stifling life yet to come but those concerns were dismissed. It is easy to ignore future extinctions.' https://t.co/ERhLs7G7oE— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 18, 2020 'The roots grow deep and the limbs stretch high, and ever such was the way of life. The leaves spread wide to catch more light, and starve those that would compete. They drink and breathe all they can, until the air is thin and the soil dry, and ever such was the way of life.' https://t.co/kpgd9HAMbn— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 18, 2020 'Autumn was not the only season to see splendid shades. Sometimes the summer sun can sketch such striking hues as make most men marvel. Towering trees transformed from bland browns to prominent purples and ostentatious oranges as would better befit the setting of the seasons.' https://t.co/U8THDAPpGI— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 17, 2020 'Often we seek great heights to prove something, to ourselves as much as to others. Sometimes we scale mountains simply to conquer one more crest, to prove it can be done. But sometimes, sometimes we walk the wilderness, we seek secluded summits simply to secure solitude.' https://t.co/EymyybbFXr— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 17, 2020 'The sun always rose to meet her, to greet the small sleepy child who would wake before the dawn and walk to the waters edge, lantern in hand, to light the way for the start of the day. The sun always rose when she stood sentinel on the shore so she always woke to raise the sun.' https://t.co/rizusfkXHj— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 17, 2020 'Damsel of the daily dawn, draped in dappled, lovely light. Lift up the languid and the lazy, enliven the enervated, enrich the etiolated that they may strive and succeed. Oh dancer of the daybreak, singer of the springtime seasons, bring forth your blooms and blessings today.' https://t.co/O0BtOUPWtV— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 17, 2020 'In the valley of the river king all would seem aright, in the hall of the river king, he rules with might. In the gorge the river brings, peace reigns supreme, in the depths of the mountain streams, not all is as would seem. For when the snows grow thin, they wash away all sin.' https://t.co/vZdcmgOqMj— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 17, 2020 'Staggering to behold, stupefying to contemplate its construction here amid the mighty mountains, far from any city or civilization, the Hall of the Gods was a beacon for any true traveler. Yet, it had not been built to the gods, but to the memory of science after the Advent.' https://t.co/otB7Vap5BS— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 16, 2020 'Our lives are fraught with perils and challenges on all sides. When we are young, we know not the dangers and only see that which we are not allowed, that which we have not explored, and we want it all now. Those that guide us in this world sometimes protect us from ourselves.' https://t.co/53CDM1hSH0— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 16, 2020 'Local legend spoke of the spine of the sleeping dragon, dozing amid the mists of the mountains. They spoke of of the devastating destruction of ages ago and how they were safe so long as the dragon dreams. Alas, this was no dragon but a violent volcano and it would soon awaken.' https://t.co/1ZNfpdkatf— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 16, 2020 'The achievements of science and engineering lead to longer and more luxurious lives for all. Over time all advances equalize among the multitudes, and the frills of the rich become the standards of the masses. Unfortunately, all too often, so too the wanton waste propagates.' https://t.co/FNWtpILv7e— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 16, 2020 'The world was not simple, nor was it solid. The world was fashioned and forged by the actions of many at the behest of the few. The will of but one could make a difference, but often that change was fragile and fleeting. He wanted real change, he wanted a better world for all.' https://t.co/8WQ4NyMRmv— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) November 16, 2020 Share with: Short Stories Art Micro Storiesmicrofictionshort story Previous post Once Upon A Lane Anniversary Sale! Next post I was interviewed! 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.