Literature
The Hand and the Snake Pt. II
The snake awoke the next day to find the flower still in his hand. Its brightness still radiated in its petals, but overall it did not gleam as brightly than it did the night before. The snake grew worried, sponging in all the possibilities, all the faults he must have done-what did he do that was so terribly wrong? What was it that he had not done properly in order to kill the flower of the woman he wanted? Frantically, the snake ran from his dark space and out into the light. The pain in his body intensified, his joints flaring and forcing him to stumble. But he let this feeling continue, and soon it grew too numb for him to feel. It was wo