BJIrox
Oct 22, 2012, 03:30 PM
The old witch’s fingers were icicles pale and long slowly drumming across the metal table in front of her.
The melancholy memory of us was like a blazing fire that was slowly and inevitably dying out as time sluggishly went on.
The red and brown leaves jumped off the old oak tree and gracefully danced down to me like petite ballerinas.
Every day I waited an eternity between meals with no snacks but my diet wasn’t working and I was still the size of a house!
The melancholy memory of us was like a blazing fire that was slowly and inevitably dying out as time sluggishly went on.
The red and brown leaves jumped off the old oak tree and gracefully danced down to me like petite ballerinas.
Every day I waited an eternity between meals with no snacks but my diet wasn’t working and I was still the size of a house!