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- Of Fancies and Fate at storywrite
- A Fateful Garden at storywrite
Autumn had fallen peacefully in the year of 1867; leaves faded from bright green, to orange and yellow, to brown, and gently embarked on their final journey to the dew-moistene - Insanity at storywrite
Afraid. I am so very afraid. It’s been days since, yet it still haunts me. I fear insanity has taken even the farthest reaches of my mind. They can’t fi - A red winter night at storywrite
“Medic!”
The bullets whizzed by, artillery sounded like a drum. McCollum’s cry spoiled the rhythm of the firing weapons, the song of the war. The Germans had beg - I won't be home for Christmas at storywrite
Christmas night and silence broke the chaos of the battle that usually condemned us to our position. Snow fell tentatively to the ground, often floating on the soft breeze, dan
