50 Word Stories: The Watcher

There’s a world, one might call it a blue droplet in an obsidian ocean, that spins and turns and sways. It’s a lonely little speck in the nothingness, but magical nonetheless. Unique, one might even say. The people there don’t realise how lucky they are. I know, as I’m watching.

10 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: The Watcher

  1. Well I have never… πŸ™‚ … noticed just one diamond. I now do. πŸ™‚ Oh to walk on water and let the diamonds fill your body with energy. Really love this poem as it lifted words out of my heart. Thanks for sharing.

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