"And the job was done. The beast had been slayed. And Karter and Twyne lived happily ever after." Twyne said, closing the story book and shoving it in a small pink bookcase.
Twyne started to turn off the lights when suddenly a little voice coming from a small girl with dark, uncontrollable hair said, "Grandpappy, is that a real story?"
Grandpappy Twyne smiled. "I'm not sure. Sometimes, I feel like it was all part of a dream." he replied.
And with that, the lights went off and the little girl closed her eyes. Covered by her eyelids, her gray eyes darkened in a way that made her seem to harden.
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Dragons don't BITE they breathe fire
Short StoryTwyne Sanders is a completely misunderstood outsider with only one friend, being the only reason he even bothers with life. When summer rolls around he expects it to be perfect for once. This summer is gonna be different! Well, that's what he think...
