My eyes flickered open. Just like every morning, they were glued shut. Once I finally broke the morning stick and wiped away the crust I knew it was going to be a great day. The sun was beaming brightly through my blinds. Not too much and not too little. I could feel the cool subtle wind touch my skin like a thousand kisses. There was no disgusting morning taste. Today is perfect. Today is commem day.
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Brain Storm
Short StoryIt's a book I'm going continuously update with my own extracts. Just little ideas that pop into my head and I'm going to write them down. Feel free to take some ideas just don't copy word for word please. There will be lots of different genres. Lots...
