Not that I care but
I am, you know, kind of,
I kind of,
You know,
Like you.
About the Creator
Dan West
Just a minute.
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
like this! so short yet creates a strong style.