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The grammar police got him
Split his infinitive open
Removed his colon
And left him lying commatose
The next day he was pronouned dead
Full stop
About the Creator
Riparian
A Boy Who Love To Write Him Inner Thoughts & Sharing The World & Something Sharing To Amaze People's
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. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
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