Literature
There was a fog across the still bay. In the distance, the boy noticed the boat tip over. Two men struggled to clutch onto any firm hold. One of the.
She took me by the hand ushering me deeper into the cave... The faint moonlight shone in from the mouth of the cave grew farther away with each reluctant step. I don’t much like the darkness. Darkness is lonely, suffocating. But she didn’t care. The...
Enough now… I’ve lost too much in my life, and my soul aches upon reflection, but it’s never too late. There comes a time when one must find their place.
