Leaves rustled fast, like an animal sprinting across the forest floor. Crash, the clank of metal rang out only seconds before Maggie’s scream followed it, in harmony.
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Happy Friday Bookworms! I wanted to bring you some poetry this Friday. I know, it's not fiction. But, I have been trying to expand my poetry repertoire. Enjoy these few selections from my poetry notebook! Hold Me Up You smile when I ask, so I will ask again: Hold me up? I have two legs, … Continue reading Fiction Friday 1/24/20