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#shortstoryfromadream I climbed into the back of her brothers van, I was unable to read her face but it did look serious, so I had to clarify "I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with...
#JackAlicealmostlostforwordsbyyourbeautifulpostEliza #definitelynotintearswritingthis #walkwithmeElizaonthecliffshandinhand.........
I'm so sorry I haven't been on opuss for a while- I stopped writing and neglected you a bit too.
Deep in thought, she gazed out of the window. Her head was hurting terrible after her long and tiring day at work and she kept on looking at her watch, fearful of being late again.
We used to think we were the only two alive. Days filled with laughter, how we would race through the waves. The sun was hotter back then, everyday seemed warm and bright. Much like today.
With a receding evening sweat From the Olympic cross-Kings Cross 200m civil-servant-dash: Shirtsleeves, brogues, overweight laptop bag And a phantom-of-the-opera Dichotomy, though that is too easy...
I woke to the sound of horse shoes clicking along the London cobbles, the background music of my life.
This is the final chapter for this first story, I'll probably take a break from it for a week or so, then I'll follow it up. And don't worry, the sequel will feature all 3 people...
I gazed into the sunset. The moon and the sun were in perfect balance as to illuminate the valley I looked upon.