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- Another Way Out (2) at storywrite
Along a dark and sad pathway, Kenny drags himself to an old cemetery. Looking at all the crooked, ragged, lonely tombstones, he picks up a stone and sits with his brother. He s - Another Way Out (1) at storywrite
Kenneth laid sprawled on top of a wet hill. He let his arms rest on the back of his neck. His hair fell matted on his forehead from the dew. The sun faded his rich red color ha - Satan's Little Angel at storywrite
spring,summer and fall ; As quickly as they came,They went. I was cold again. My hands were Stiff;only they weren't my hands,they were withered, They belonged to an elder
