I will return, when? Who knows, it may be years but it does not matter. I will return. I step outside into the cool air, I feel the temptation to craw back inside and huddle next to the fire, But I know I must ride out in the snow. The path ahead of me is long but I know I must take it. The road stretches on for what seems like forever. I give my mother a final hug before I climb onto my horse and wave goodbye. I set out on my journey, I ride a road, a road that leads to nowhere. I will return, my final promise, I will return.
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Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
