: About Me

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

Mental Illness

My parents always told me ...

to close the door

My childhood ambition ...

own a horse

My favorite memory ...

sitting on sparkle's front step

Why I write ...

to express myself

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Left Behind

My first job ...

Stable hand

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My friends

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Love

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I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting off the chill of the wind. It was rain slightly and I knew before the hour was up I would be soaked to the skin and freezing. I looked up at the dark grey cloud swirling above my head. I heard the rustle of plastic as he sat down beside me, fiddling with the zipper on his rain jacket. "Hey," He said. I nodded in response. Suddenly I was grateful for the rain. If I was going to cry there was no way he would know. We said silently for a few minutes. The only sounds were the rain coming down and His jacket zipper. Ziiiiip-ziiiiiiiip-ziiip. It was the ...

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