My poetry goes on the forms until I can raffle, first an exert from my short story.
exert from war of time:
" It was a rainy afternoon, as usual, in the small town of Vilenan, a town which appears to be uncharted. Bullets of nature fall near the clustered villas and venues, seemingly aging and deteriorating under the harsh winds. One such venue contains a lonely traveler, about 35 in age, carrying a leather bound journal in one hand and a sharpened blade in the other. His leather trench coat slowly sways as he begins to depart his seat, depositing the unknown novel, and extracting a cellular device from his worn pocket. Suddenly he realizes that his phone is completely disabled, proceeding to yell “why, why, why?”. Allured by the noise, a masked entity approaches, surrounded by the guise of darkness, seemingly paranormal in nature. In a low, deepened pitch the figure says “I believe we can compromise, Sir”, as he leaves a briefcase on the table. Eyes widened,the traveler agrees to the figure’s deal and hands over the journal in a non discrete fashion, clenching the newfound wealth in fist."