50 Word Stories: Last Thoughts The cliffs, sheer to the point of vertiginous madness, met the waves in a crescendo of nature at its most powerful. Like a boxer on the ropes, the granite took a pummelling. How many years the liquid versus solid war had waged, who knew? She wondered how bones would fair?
“Where have I been? I’ll write it on a whisper and mail it in a dream.” The Ghost Writer
“In the end, there was only the end.” The Ghost Writer
“When all you had was words, you chose them with care?” The Ghost Writer
“My scratching quill resonated a hollow doom.” The Ghost Writer
“I misspelled the end because there was no end.” The Ghost Writer
“In words, I remained. In words, they remembered.” The Ghost Writer