I am almost afraid of the wind out there.
The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
The windows clatter and whine.
I sit here in the quiet house. low-lit.
With the clock that ticks and the books that stand.
Wise and silent, on every hand.
Ghosts
by Fannie Stearns Davis
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Goblin (Old and Unedited)
Fantasy**This story only has ten of its chapters and the rest of its revisions will not be published, at least not for now.** The life of Audrey Simmons hadn't always been a normal one. The currently-16 year old girl had been diagnosed with Optic Nerve Hyp...
