some timed writing piece (picture prompt) in lit class that i love! ^_^ randomness ... get ready...
Kharl sat unmoving on his blanket. The Minnesota wind floated by him, whispering ancient secrets hidden from the history books. Closing his eyes, Kharl sighed, "What am I?" he pondered out loud.
Ever since he was young, his drunken father lashed out
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I love him! <3 <3
~Kathy :)
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glad u liked it! ^_^
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