dycefic wrote this incredible story in response to the writing prompt, “We used to talk through the wells, a whisper carrying to every farm that had one. There is no one left to send well whispers, and yet I hear one, on a dark, gray afternoon.” It’s a longer read, but totally worth it:
Source: dycefic
I am in awe of such an imagination that could write this story. Superb, thank you.
Loved this.