Blur
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Thu, Oct 18, 2018
On the still and quiet waterfront of Dixon Point a soft, thin mist danced across the cold water. The elders of the community wondered about the quiet town of Laconia, walking to and fro. The Schultz home was quiet as perusal, the only noise being made was soft breathing from the youngest Schultz child in the upstairs bungalow. Judith Schultz, the youngest child, had woken up ten minutes before sunrise and sat in the window. She wore an old, green sweater and a few bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
"Yesterday will always be a blur to me...and the future is much the same."
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Hey! Long time no see! I think I'll be here for a bit, some stuff has happened in my life but I finally feel mentally capable to begin writing again. So I hope all of you are ready to read my newest story. I'd love to hear y'alls feedback, so please leave a comment about what you think about each chapter and please share this story if you enjoy it. Bye! xoxo 😘
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