
Moon Desert
Joined February 2021
984 stories
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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Pot Belly
The sour smell of the basement resembled a garbage disposal. Flies, sweaty from the scorching summer, circled the fruits and vegetables, munching on flour and potatoes before settling on the compost bucket. They dined there for a while, discovering peace and freedom from human hands and a break from the endless circling air. After all, they were regulars, and which required respect.
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Fiction












