This is the place that never was. Papa had told me this long ago, when Ma was still around. Standing at the road to nowhere I was just a child. It's strange remembering all of this, just as it was strange to watch the towers rise around us. I'm still only young, so young that my horns have only just started go break the skin.
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Prompts
RandomJust a collection of prompts I find and try to write short things about. Length will vary.
