Just as the fire of my hope burning from within my heart was slowly dying, I looked up and saw a light. As the light grew closer and brighter, the air around me felt warmer. The light drew even nearer I saw him, he was holding a torch with a flame burning brightly. A flame he lit just for me. He handed me the torch and I took it without hesitation. I lit the coals in my heart and let my hope burn from within.
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Short Stories/ Poems
Short StoryA lot pulled into one. There will be some short stories and poems all put into one. The stories aren't long enough to be made into a whole book and the poems are just ones I'd like to share
