Tlynn Noah
Bio
Just a mom with a strong imagination.
Stories (2/0)
The Binder
Listening to the water lap away at the edge of the lawn as the wind caresses my face. I can only smile. We did it. WE DID IT! We saved one more. This one was a little bit harder to handle for me. I knew Samantha’s grandmother personally. She was a friend, family. I had stood and looked her in the eye and promised to be there for her granddaughter. I will not stop now. Right now, I want to just sit here. Inhale the sweet scent of nature and good wine. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and I’ll fight more idiots then.
By Tlynn Noah3 years ago in Criminal
The Journal
The Beginning. My time was running out. I should have been done fifteen minutes ago, but here I am looking at this box in the corner with my name on it. The handwriting is my mother’s. I have not seen her in over five years. As I pick it up I hear the front door open. I have run out of time.
By Tlynn Noah3 years ago in Criminal