Their voices were silenced with the weight of it. The fear of saying something, anything to pierce the sacred stillness kept their speech at bay. But her mind continued to venture out, dreading capture by this place.
The sweat dripped down her face as she dug. The crunching of the metal shovel against the hard earth was the only sound. It was
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting, it always brightens my day to know that people enjoy what I write. It's even better when a self-proclaimed "Heather fan" enjoys an Emilyfic...that's a compliment indeed!
Thanks again!
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This is beautiful. I love it. I love that it is for me. I WIN! And also, the last two lines are completely loaded. I will sit and ponder on them. Thank you for this. I'm glad you got hooked (even if it got canceled...sorry...)
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Also for the record, I didn't mean for the last two lines to be loaded...I just needed to end the silly thing...so yay for that happy accident. :)
I still say we need to write something about Stanley and his mechanical bull...(That's what she said...?)
But seriously, I wouldn't be writing (anything) if it weren't for you. So thank you.
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