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Confronting The Truth

A Short Sketch that digs a dramatic conversation about verity and society

Until I follow you

Love hangs upon a star But it’s equally as scared As a ministering moon, Whose prayers go unaired? Who’s absent hope abjection? Cries a harbor light! “Love me, land on me soon.

saccharine boots

We'd all like to say, no, skin doesn't stain, that we never feel, a saccharine endearment, at the site of pretty boots, side by side , a loveable type of nausea.

Taranta

A gentle breeze lightened the heat of noon. The tiny hairs on the back of her arms tingled with delight at being outdoors.

A BRIDGE TO DREAMS - PART TWO

A BRIDGE TO DREAMS - PART 2

Love

Love we love touch we touch look into your eyes and saw love there we hold and you smile we fill each day we love our souls together in time sailing on the winds of love

A BRIDGE TO DREAMS - PART ONE

First of a three part story.

That Girl Crying In the Street

One moment changes everything. In that moment, your emotions are there for the world to see, and they're watching. They judge you on the one moment alone.

Hell

The man has now arrived in hell But he just said fuck it oh well All because he killed Mrs. Belle Now he is living in Hell He saw a large mass living there