Genre Short Story. Page - 82
On the 100th Anniversary of Fountainhead's founding, the Sovereign gets a visit from an old friend.
The clouds came, once heavenly bodies had succumbed to a shade of despair. Then the wind howled with deadly force, and the thunder rolled, with the force to demolish. The lightning struck, and never faded.
And then pure evil came.
Individual thinking will be different. But some people think what we only think is correct.
This is a short story about a girl coming from a less than homey home. A little sarcasm, a little sadness, and a mixture of emotion.
It burned me down, from inside. Slowly so slowly and so painfull. I know,it will kill me! But I can´t do anything. It was to late. I can´t stop it! It was my sure death.
The story of a speedy chase for life, an unsuspected friend, and a day at the train station all joined into one. Please read and consider. Thank you!
Well I can not write much here because it's a short story and I would take away everything while explaining what it's about. I can say it's sad and emotional and I did all my best to write it in english, the original is german. Enjoy reading and spend a few minutes with Corinne :)
An interesting ride on the hill brings Joe unbelievable experiences. Elves that roam around the hilly forest lend their hands to Joe to rescue people. Do you believe this?
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What happens when you can't remember the biggest party of you life?