Lara Croft made her way across the winding wooden bridge that lay across the floor of the enchanted forest. On the other side of the bridge stood a tomb; inside the tomb was the great golden McGuffin. Before entering the old tomb, she took in the serenity of the forest knowing that once she obtained the item that the great Snipe hunters of old hid away, all Hallelujah would break loose. However, she put to memory where the bridge was and how it winders her hand reached out to the golden McGuffin; her fingers wrapped around it and...
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Timothy E Jones
What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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