Of turtles and other things.
Prose IV
Mattie sat comfortably on the stone bench and stared intently at the sky. The American Cemetery was deserted and quiet. How nice, she thought. She had come there to think. It was uncharacteristic of her, really. She had visited the cemetery twice before but this was the first time she went there alone. She realized that she appreciated the ( Read more... )
Mattie sat comfortably on the stone bench and stared intently at the sky. The American Cemetery was deserted and quiet. How nice, she thought. She had come there to think. It was uncharacteristic of her, really. She had visited the cemetery twice before but this was the first time she went there alone. She realized that she appreciated the ( Read more... )
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This is great :) Like. Like. Like.
You forgot the amazing, heart-stopping twist!
Before Mattie could notice, Jimmy went back, walking painstakingly slow though he could never have felt that, stood behind her, and ripped her arm off and ate it while walking into the setting sun, leaving Mattie bleeding and loving it. *sparkle sparkle*
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And you had to go there, didn't you? >_
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