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StoryMissing Words Sandro413 years 8 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

A Returning Journey

The lorry juddered to a halt, shaking Khalid's body so vigorously, he thought his bones might come loose. Over the rumble of the engine, he could...
Cherry

The Sweets

She had dodged most of the chewing gum, including a cigarette butt and a ketchup wrapper, but Maya still counted five pieces that she had stepped on...

The Laundry Basket

Freddy hadn’t meant for the basket to fall over. He just wanted to squeeze behind it to see if the space made a good hiding place. But now that it...

Missing Words

What happened to my writing? I seemed to have lost the drive. I know it comes in waves sometimes, But mine has yet to arrive.

Seasonal Variations

In the summer it gathers, close and humid like a cloud. I try and stay cool, but sweat prickles on my forehead.

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