Author: Francis James
This is my redemption
My last battle
My last fight
My last dying dream
This is where it ends
I will write one last story and then my dream of a writer shall no longer exist I plan to go more towards cooking th... Read Bio
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It was a wintering night among the hills of Boulder Creek. The fireplaces were lit, the dinner tables were left empty. Cars laid scattered around the road.
“Hello.” A young girls voice shouted down the road. “HELLO.” As she shouted louder the second time.
The small community up in the hills of Boulder Creek was left empty on Christmas Eve, leaving a young girl scared and alone inside her home waiting for her mother to come home.
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