My Stories
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Smoke filled the air of the Pub. I decided to try and get some info about Mil here. I coughed lightly, trying to get the smoke away from me. I leaned over the counter and waved
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I had barely gotten any sleep that night. I sat up on my bed and looked out the small, shuttered window. Leaves were starting to fall off the small trees in the town. Fall must
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“Wake up, Lock.” My dad said as he shook me softly. “We’ve got to start heading back.” I opened my eyes slightly. The doorway was being held open by clips, and everyone outside
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Chapter 3 The Legend I was lying down on my cot, staring at the top of the tent. It grew too dark too fast to make it home in time so we use the tents we had and the ones u
My Poetry
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We are falling
The light is calling
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