Cafe

The table at which I sat was rather strange in itself. The way the writing adorned the side and wrapped around it, waving up and down as it went. The letters were cursive and black, the words ineligable, known only to some lost craftsman of the days....

The Good Things

He'd never experienced this before. He'd heard of it but he'd never had an issue with writing. The words always just seemed to flow through him as he wrote. But now, sitting in this lonesome cabin, he couldn't think of anything but her. The way she...

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The Stream (Cancelled for now)

A soft rustling of leaves chimed with the gentle flow of a stream as one white-haired wolf by the name of Lios stepped onto the soft, damp ground of the forest. He stepped between two bushes to come on a bank beside a gentle flowing stream, its cool...

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For The Best

So that's it then. The final push; a last 'hurrah'. We made it far, didn't we? We learned a lot from each other... We learned a lot from the experience. There are things I wish I could take back saying. There are things I wish I would have said, there...

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