She was the kind of woman who only gave herself away in small doses. Leaving men wondering like little children at all that she was. She tortured them with the sound of her fading footsteps, each one an exclamation mark to a sentence the world tragically instilled in her long ago: "Find something beautiful, then let it go."
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AbsoluteBulletproof
Feb 16, 2015 03:12AM
Huge thanks to everyone who's followed me and read my stories throughout the last few months. I've been inactive but I'm trying to get back into a pattern of updating!!!View all Conversations
Stories by Samantha Moore
Doctor's Orders
After being told by her doctor that she needs to get away from her busy inner-city life for a weekend, Jackie...
My Poetry
These are all poems. If I'm mad, sad, happy, upset, or stressed, you can bet I'm gonna write a poem. :)
Little Bird *On Hold*
*currently on hold*
Ava Branning didn't think she was doing anything particularly wrong by swimming in a dirt...