A Collection of Short Stories
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- Parts 2
Ongoing13m
Last published Tue, May 10, 2016
Need something to burn time? Here you go. Sometimes I'm spontaneous, and this is the result. Enjoy my wild mind. Here's a little snippet from one of the Stories:
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The crisp air of the early evening was enough to send chills down her spine. The pre-rain smell was fresh, almost invigorating... Almost. One headphone in, the other swaying to the rhythm she walked. Piano music played quietly in her ear, her steps breaking the sunset silence. Oranges and pinks painted the dimming sky a beautiful shade and she smiled, the calm breeze blowing golden waves of her long hair in the wind, tears pricking her eyes as she kept her walk forward. She only paused momentarily as she plucked a single bluebell cluster from a garden, twiddling it in her dainty fingertips. The song quietly singing in her ear reached its crescendo, a pang of slight sadness rolling through her. It played it's gentle melody through, back down to a quiet tune.
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