Painful Hope Drabble, 100 words Breath rasping with the agony of what she was about to do, the woman pressed the object of her hope to the rough bloodstained stone. Drawing a cocked
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To Be Real - Poem
So often we feel alone, when we truly aren't. Ask a crowded room full of people if they have ever felt alone, and every hand would go up. That would make for a
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