Crunch, crunch, crunch, the whisper of boots over gravel. Your eyes shoot open, swiveling around, ready for battle.
#4 in my Phobia Series, (I have no idea how long this will go on for. :P) A veryyy short piece on 'pistanthrophobia' and love. (No, not the fear of pistachios, I assure you.) Written whilst listening ... A poem/letter to someone, who knows who he is.
How were you able to break the heart of someone who loved you? The calm before the storm. Hope you all enjoy the first part! I also hope it lives up to your expectations!!! CoMixed from @inkdragon: https://commaful.com/play/inkdragon/somehow-i-doubt-that----------welcome-to-harver/
I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!!!
Next chapter for the story "Willing & Able" and on today's prompt: Camp
...random little poem I just made up
A tanka tale of a magical night under the stars. I once heard a ghost
story about Roman soldiers a cellar. Q&A 🕙
Sorry took awhile 💜☺
Homework comes first.
6/15/19 Okay, now I'm going to start posting my conversations and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what to say in the comments asap because I'm bad at this stuff! A peaceful walk through a peaceful place.