I'll leave
Or I'll stay
It's up to you
If that's what you want
You should decide
My arms are getting tired
Trying to stay afloat
Cramp in my leg
It's getting so hard to see
My ears are ringing
My throat is dry
Not feeling so well
Counting backwards from one hundred by sevens
Wait....
Did I leave the stove on?
Was it something I said?
Did I miss you Birthday?
Is that what you want?
Ok, I'll be quiet
I'll.....
No pain...
Real dark here....
Bye for now....
Hey I found my keys
So that's what you want
Huh.. go figure
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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