It all started in the morning
June didn't want to go skating
She faked a big fall
And checked on by all
She pretended to limp til evening
About the Creator
Eugenette Morin
I enjoy short stories with a twist, long stories that meander; little snippets that create poems.
I've been writing for a long time, but it's always been left dormant in a notebook.
So now's the time to see if I should take it out.
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There was a betrayer in our midst. We had no way of knowing, for they kept their evil deeds cloaked in deception. Our little village of Hampshire was taken entirely by surprise when they committed their traitorous acts. We had no thoughts to predict that at the time of our celebrating the Sun's ascension to the highest point in the Northern Sky, they would strike with a most diabolical blow. A blow that has undoubtedly left a mark burned deep into the pure white light of our hearts.
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Good one
Fabulous!!!, Loving it!!!