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KieranGamble

  • Action/Adventure Short Stories Re: Camping Trip to Death.

    The sun was rising above the trees in the horizon, The birds were tweeting and there was a fresh breath of air blowing down the street. The leaves were falling ...

    Oct 24, 2011


Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
— Poe