A Hike: A Cautionary Tayle


He could see the trees in their ever present silence, and the morning mist clinging to their branches. But he felt the boy's scream.

This, too is written by me. I would dearly like some 'foreign' stories, of any sort, to display here. If you have a story you can mail it to me at ling2000@yahoo.com. Characters ect... are completely fictional. If you think otherwise, well, power to you, but you're wrong. No, check that, it's slightly autobiographical. But only two people in the world could possibly understand it as such, one more than the other.
do not take: mine!


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