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The melting foot print
I used to to follow these foot prints until they are finally stop taking steps. I followed you until your last breath even tho you stop stepping awhile ago now you don't step no more because your health I helped you walk again because you had once taught me, you helped me got on my feet when I didn't know how to use mine I watch you walk when didn't want to .I watch you walk for people who didn't know how to walk for themself. You have steps you should'nt have taken because the trip up of other and people who tried to step on your toes, Some of them trips came from your own miss steps some of them came from other misleading you with trust you thought you had in them. Just know your steps are not forgotten you may not walk the earth anymore but the memories of the life you had steps in my mind In the love remains in my heart even the mistake you made were out of love . I can't make call to you anymore or laugh and make jokes but If I could spent more time with you make the times last longer the make the memories to cherise them more on days like this know you are gone spiritually because you are gone physically I miss you mom and I will continue make great steps in in life like I watch you did in your time of life .
By Walter D.Witherspoon3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Digital Deception
The Harper family lived in a quaint suburban neighborhood, where weekends were filled with laughter and shared moments. Mark and Laura Harper worked hard to provide for their two children, Emily and Tyler, in a world that seemed increasingly interconnected through digital means.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Dreams
The Thompson family lived in a quaint suburb where dreams were as elusive as the morning mist. Their son, Alex, was a bright-eyed teenager with aspirations that reached for the stars. At fifteen, he envisioned himself as a world-renowned singer, captivating audiences with his mesmerizing voice. His parents, Emily and David, smiled indulgently at his dreams, encouraging him to pursue his passion with unwavering support.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Playtime in the Pines
The entire Paradise in the Pines community had gathered at the huge, central meadow to take advantage of the unprecedented, but welcome, 30 inches of fresh snow that had fallen overnight. The clear, crisp air rang with the laughter of children and adults, interspersed with excited barking.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Something Left Behind
Iced coffee spilled into the cup holder as the car bounced along the dirt road, up to the house. The house he’d grown up in, but mostly forgotten. The memories began to appear in his mind, but he wasn’t nostalgic. He simply acknowledged them and filed them away with all the others.
By Dakota Smothers3 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced
Boston The air around me was hot, and sticky. I tried to wiggle free, but I only managed to wedge myself deeper. My lower half was twisted around peanut butter coated molars, my midsection was punctured by two, large canines, while the rest of my body hung from her drooling jowls. There was no escape.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Polly's Parrot Adventures: A Tale of Linguistic Prowess and Curiosity
In the bustling city of Aviania, where colorful feathers adorned every corner and the air was filled with the chatter of birds, lived a peculiar flock of parrots known for their extraordinary gift of gab. Among them, Polly stood out with her vibrant plumage and an insatiable curiosity that matched her captivating chatter.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Lost & Found
In the fast-paced world of humans, where belongings changed hands without warning, I, a delicate gold locket, was embroiled in a series of unexpected events. As the protagonist of this remarkable story, I discovered a newfound talent for narrating my adventures.
By Deborah Rivera Valentin3 years ago in Fiction










