Pulse through me. Songs of love to woo me. Songs of aches to soothe me. Songs that throb to lull me into stupor where there is no longer pain. Wrest a word from my bleeding, this poison let it burn. You see between my lines, you sink into my bones.
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
