Dark Sorrow

The oak tree stood solemnly over the black marble bench that sat at its hooves like a widowed bride...veiled from the world behind her veil of grief and sorrow. The sun was bright, as it always was during the youth of the month of June, and sat warm...

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My Horse

My Horse I love my horse and everything about her. She really opened up a whole new world for me in more ways than one. This story starts in a little ranch house on the edge of a small town while I was heading to college for laboratory science. The...

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