I Want You to Write a Ten Word Story
He sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.
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Poppies · 61-69, F
His eyes were too deep for the reach of smiles.
JohnnySpot · 56-60, M
She held him to her bosom and was rewarded tenfold.
Poppies · 61-69, F
A tear fell upon her breast, burning like an ember.
JohnnySpot · 56-60, M
He knew she would find no mark of a boar.