I kinda don't edit my writing...
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Stories by Delaney Long
An Autumn Dance
An unedited poem... Written while I sat(obviously very focussed), in the back of my history class. That day...
Frozen in Flight
A pilot, trusted to save a man and a child who were stranded and freezing in the midst of a storm.
A Drunkard's Decanter
The tone of a singer's voice.... that's where this piece came from.
The way his words slurred and his voice...