Phillip J. Woodward
Joined June 2021
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just a dreamer penning dreams to the page.
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Futures Ruined
The sun’s warmth nestled itself against my cheek just before it’s light made me see red instead of the endless darkness of my sleep tight eyes. I winced just a little, turning away from the beaming rays and pulled my handwoven blanket over my head. Like a thorn to the back of my mind I remembered that today was the day. We would travel to the underworld and dig for the treasures of the past.
By Phillip J. Woodward3 years ago in Fiction