Here I seek answers
Where the wind whispers secrets
That fade in the clouds
About the Creator
Chad Verzosa
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butlera day ago in Fiction
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Fabulous!!! Love it!!!