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- the soldier at storywrite
The piece of money lay, fused to the cement, with the stoic stare of Washington nothing more than mere scratching in the entire granite outcropping. The haggard man stumb - my paper castle at storywrite
My Paper Castle
I knelt in feigned reverence. I looked around to see vibrancy and colorfulness. I should be complacent, like the rest of them; the faceless; gla - paternal instinct at storywrite
But the saturnine sky had already begun to wane.
I rested a caring hand on his slightly heaving chest. The faint drum of machinery in the background, sonorous as the e - Hiking ( Story ) at storywrite
Through the sun sated valley and most of the tree bristled mountain, night sauntered in on idle feet. The sun crested a high ridge, and then dipped down below it while it - Electrocutio
n at Seven. (Story) at storywrite
I remember the man walking up to the veranda of our quaint apartment between twelfth and fourteenth street.
His shoulders sagged as his weight bore down on them. &nb - Lazy recollection
s at storywrite
I rolled the window down, letting a puff of smoke dissipate into the air. It was a serene night, and I couldn't’t help but wonder who else might be gazing at the stars. & - Til Death Do Us Part at storywrite
Rain poured. He sat on his unkempt bed, in the polluted room. He sat as king, king of the wild, king of the beasts. Murky-eyed, morose, as sullen as a corpse,
