The Fallen Cloud

James sighed; it was getting quite dark out, and Lisa was still nowhere to be found. James gave up; he would wait ten minutes more before getting up and leaving. Having decided on a course of action, Jason searched for what could keep him occupied for ten minutes. It was snowing so James decided to …

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The Flower On The Wall

I started off as nothing more than a painting; a mimic of what the real could be. But as time passed and rain fell, I grew; I became what the real was. Just like your dreams; all it takes is a little faith. In response to Three Line Tales - Week Forty Six from Only …