The murky water gushed over rocks hidden by moss and dirt, making a sound like thunder. Buried in the mud on either side of the creek were fallen leaves, dead plants and old forgotten thongs, barely visible through the swarms of bugs hovering there. A few trees had fallen into the water and lay there slowly rotting and eventually slipping into the depths. Ocsasionally thin silvery fish would dart past like a piece of the moon had found it's way through the fast, rushing water. This is where the old souls go, to escape their demons. The place I belong.
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Old Souls
Short StoryI just needed a break from 'Princess Bob 'and also needed to redeem myself from 'Why Me 'so I wrote this 100 word story today to make up for my failure. its pretty much based on this one time we went camping and I sat by this really pretty river an...
