My little slice of heaven. Stories reside here of all shapes, sizes and types. I like to post story ideas here that come way was as well. It is something I enjoy.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Truth in death
As her hand lightly brushed across the worn gravestone, feeling its surface, she read the worn, mossy surface of its face. She finally realized the truth; she was dead, and had been all this time...
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