She peered out her window. It was late, but the moon made everything glow. Her eyes fell upon the dock that jutted out from the land and onto the pond.
That pond had a story she never dared to tell.
A story that would make her sound crazy.
She was okay with keeping it a secret, because it was her story.
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Finding Inspiration
Historia CortaHere is a collection of short stories I wrote. You can also use them for writing prompts. If you do, give me some props and let me now, I'd like to read it. Each story is different and isn't related to the next. I also add a picture to every story s...
