Pitter Patter
Pitter Patter
Then a scream
Not Agony
More Rage
Stomp Stomp
Stomp Stomp
Tattle Tales
Twisted Tales
He did She did
No one did
Play well
Rest well
Love well
Manipulate well
Not tired
With a yawn
Not hungry
With a grumble
Temper Tantrum
Toothy Grin
Cheeky Tears
Crocodile Tears
Genuine Tears
The dynamic Trio
Make Believe
Full Imagination
Attention span
Squirrel
Play together
Fight together
Love together
Quick glances
Sweet smiles
Tired grins
Happy faces
My children
One and All
One for All
Deep Souls
Deep Loves
Surprise hug
Surprise snuggle
My children
My heart
My future
My loves
My life
About the Creator
Nicho Young
I have enjoyed writing my entire life. If a story in my head interests me I want to tell it, no matter the genre. I have written short stories, a novel, and screenplays. This is a passion of mine that I am excited to share with the world.
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