Short Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my translation, brought to you straight from the depths of my mind.
I'm Anna, I'm 16, I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia when I was 13, and I decided to start a foundation for people who wanted to cure cholera with cancer.
this story is availabe on dreame. "You are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to kill." He was so close. He was breathing fast against my cheek. He was angry. "Then kill me already." Rose johnson is a warewolf who's Alpha said shit to her whenever he saw her . that caused her to become a loner and avoid people . S...