The Number 29
I sat aboard the Number 29, With my little brother’s hand in mine.
Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #tragedy Clear filter
I sat aboard the Number 29, With my little brother’s hand in mine.
Down the street Dogs barking In my own home the musky smell of My wife and daughter between And their breaths steady in and Out in chorus told me They had deep dreams I dreamt with them, yet I...
The day we fought. Was the night. you died. I should have. been there. By your side. But by the grace. Of fortunate luck. I was spared while. You were struck. Chrome and glass. Concrete and stone.
You loved her... You loved her more than anyone on this earth...
(World: Adian Universe) The woman in grey walked swiftly and approached huge oak doors which swung open at a gesture of her hand; she proceeded to a large control panel at the center of the room.
She stood alone. Her small, bare, and silvery feet gleamed in the black mirror of marble beneath her.