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Walk on Water. And here's Chainsaw, the one I can't stay away from.
Get back on track, please.
Yeah. This is a place where you can post random bits of story, something you've been working on or something you had to cut or just something that would make a great beginning/end/scene in something. Or a bit of poetry if that's your place.
This is Living might be worth it?
So, yeah, bye. My brain is like an overflowing box and I need another one so this is it.
submitted by tysm. , not my fault, mum.
(June 11, 2020 - 2:19 pm)
(June 11, 2020 - 2:19 pm)
It's dark.
The snow is falling.
The glow of your lantern is fading.
Summer is far away.
Sandy beaches.
Sun.
The feel of her hand in yours.
You smile.
It's dark.
You faded.
(June 28, 2020 - 11:03 am)