Beginning line from the road:
'When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night, he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.'
My carry on:
'It has almost become a tic to him, if the child was there. He sat up alarmed, and saw the PAS soldiers. One of which, carrying the child. 4 arms around his neck as the boy held on. The man, panicked, reached out to grab him but was stopped when he saw he was in a void cage. If he touched the bars, he'd fall into oblivion.
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Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
