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Poetry & Flash Fiction

The Sleeping City Awakes- Flash fiction

528 days out of the year the city was dead quiet, but for 9 days only, the inhabitants of the nation would swarm into the empty city for a festival of revelry, celebration, and abandonment. Music played throughout the nights, dancers whipped themselves into a fever pitch as their bodies matched the rhythm that their feet pounded into the ground until they dropped, and on every street corner the sweet-savory aroma of roasted meats pervaded the air. The sounds of the festival echoed for miles and the pulse of the many feet reverberated into the ground, reaching deep beneath the city where an ancient elder slept, waiting for they day she would finally awake.

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