I like writing and I do it sometimes.
The sun is barely setting when I am awakened by a cry of panic. "Monster!" Sock comes crashing through the ferns and scrambles up the oak tree, pieces of bark splintering off the trunk. They land with a crunch onto the bed of dry leaves below.
By Narwholf3 years ago in Fiction
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