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- The Dock at allpoetry
Night,
fallen like a silken sheet - Closure at storywrite
'I'm leaving you, Tom.' The words rang through my head like the bad news you hope to never get, the kind that twists your stomach into a knot and won't relent.
'I'm leaving - Home at storywrite
The sliding glass door creaked and jerked as I pulled it, struggling to slide smoothly. The dense, potent air of the city engrossed me, throwing my hair into a frenzy as the do - A Memory In the Dust at storywrite
"I'm leaving", I said as I stuffed my overpacked suitcase into the trunk of my old, '67 mustang - a sleek, midnight blue. "Times have changed" I muttered as I walked to the dri - Gregory at storywrite
The young boy awoke in an excited frenzy, bustling about in an attempt to locate his knightly attire. With widened eyes, he frantically searched the room. His small, yet intric
