I was halfway through singing the song when old memories began to rush through my mind. I couldn't believe how powerful the words became as our time together flew by. What was once a song of simplicity was now all the private memories of the times shared with my dearest. I could remember all the …
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Thursday Tiny Tale 9
I looked across the way to my dear friend locked away in his own cell. I had known the other face for a total of two years. My captivity began only one year prior to his arrival. Our leaders called him Steve. He was pretty good about listening to their orders already and he had …
Thursday Tiny Tale 5
The Cat Named Ralph Emma Bowen was an average woman living on Bacoon Street. She held a slender build with small amounts of muscle. Her hair was usually down in a mess of smooth curls. More often than not she wasn't seen with a lot of make-up on her face, but she did dash a …
