I arrived at bitcoin beach. Picked up a coin and flipped it into the sea. I watched it smack the water then glimmer to the bottom. It hit the water but hadn’t made a sound. I squirmed my feet in the sand of dulled gold and the pieces caved and fell over my toes until…
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Creative Writing
Tiger
The war ended today. Blackened the chimney. Painted the door a Rothschild red and let the cat out to sit on the wall. Back into the study – from here I can just see his paws stretch. They rest and curl, feverish in old familiar surroundings. The feline prisoner once under sentence of indoor play,…