Written by Isaiah - posted by Nate

This story is by Isaiah and has been posted before. This one has the correct formatting. (posted by Nate)

(This has some formating problems since I copy-pasted it from a PDF)

Though the vernal weather of late has been gradually conquering the frigid aura left in the wake of a dying winter, a bitter zephyr traverses the murky air and low plane of land surrounding me. Late at night, such as now, the air is as cold as a day in the predecessor season. I trudge through the muddy earthen path, the cold iron gate of the cemetery looming above me. It will certainly be locked. I must find an alternate method of negotiating it. However, I know none, save for climbing, and that, to me, seems perilous at best. I approach, the hard ground under my feet crunching as small twigs snap and leaves rustle. I pull my hand from the large pocket stitched into my coat and immediately feel the cool air environ it, just as thi…

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Splitting was just accepted by the Adirondack Center for Writing for their Wild Words Anthology and he has been asked to read it at the book launch in May.