Theshootingstarawards Stories

Dedicated to his luscious lips. I sighed when the breeze carried his fresh breath to me, it was caressing by nature. The moment his lips approached mine ...this boo...

Ranked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .

They were in the guild. Eggs broke. Sucked up into a tornado - like portal. Then, a village of different people. A peaceful village. Now,village is destroyed and full of...