We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
Tristan & Clay

Tristan & Clay

  • WpView
    Reads 2
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 7, 2019
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
Like a little ball he rested against the wall. If one had been looking up at the tall window on the left side of the Victorian house, he might have seen a shimmer, maybe a sad stroke of light, behind the glass. But the streets were empty and there was but the absence of sound and peace.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Hereafter, Yours
  • Haunted by Love
  • Invisible
  • .Long Lost.
  • like honey but poisoned
  • Eye Contact
  • Imaginary Reverie
  • Purified by Fire
  • Santa

I looked outside; the sun had set but the light remained. That little moment when the light still covers the sky before night swallows it up, that tiny moment in time is when the sky truly looks majestic. I feel the same way, this little time before the night takes me away. Everything that begins will end somehow, somewhere... "Will my end be just an end?" He asked himself, Little did he know, his end was only the beginning

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines