May the same someday be said of me. On this day, my race continues, and my course lies up this hill. The choice, so simple, so profound Time creeps in excruciating torpor. Images blur and The Mind tires as effort begins to overwhelm The Body. Only The Will remains to continue The Fight.
Time now crouches, ready to leap forward in an instant.
It is finished . The cool of the morning changes to afternoon warmth I move back from the roaster to escape its heat I do well after lunch. What the Author Really Meant despite what my high school english teachers said, i think it matters to know what the author meant. I decided that since I don't consider any of my works of creative writing finished products, I welcome any suggestions on improving them. To that end, I thought I'd say what I was trying to say and get suggestions on how to improve.