Standing at the gate of imprisonment


At remains of the bridge, she stood; looking out across the void that once connected Victor Island to the world beyond its borders. What was suppose to be a sanctuary for the living, was found to be a desolate graveyard; a prison that now held her within is walls. Only the midnight wind offered any comfort, as it wrapped its cold, numbing arms around her. On her soft, pale face, it kissed her gently, as if to kiss away the exhaustion and the scars she carried.

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Give me more...

finish this. Let me read a short story.


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I will

I will. I'm glad that I found this site. I can jot down these ideas then see how people like them, then build a good story around them. I'm glad you like it.