A Dream for Winter

A Dream for Winter

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A Dream for Winter - A Christmas Romance Drawn together by a mutual threat, two lonely souls find solace in each other's company. Carlie... Who is he and where does he come from? What's his story, and what's with all the black? He hides in corners and makes no eye contact. He slinks in the shadows, with no place to go. He doesn't think I see him, but I always do. I don't feel quite so alone when he follows me home. Sage... The world is dreary and my cold heart is weary. Reasons for living are far and few. Much of my world has died and gone. Only blackness and rage live on. My sole purpose is my music. My guitar, my only friend. This world doesn't understand me. I don't belong. Until the girl with the red mittens came along. Forced together to fight off the unwanted attentions of a homophobic bully who would rather threaten than tolerate, these two individuals form an unexpected bond. When their contrasting worlds collide, they find in each other what they lack on their own... acceptance, passion, and love. © 2014 © 2022 © 2023 All Rights Reserved
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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