riversbridge
There was a knock at the door of the wooden cabin. Grace got up from her seat at the table to answer it. Opening the door she saw no one there. Grace looked around for who ever it may have been knocking before sitting back down to finish her oatmeal.
the smooth curves contrasted perfectly with the jagged edges and the rustic birds nest in the corners. this buildings fate had been thought out perfectly, up to the horrible dissaster that brought it down along with the rest of the town.
and there he was laying with his twisted legs on the ground, we never thought to stop him, we were young, reckless. the one stunt that landed him dead was the one that ended on our conscience. nobodyd ever thought to reason with him, we knew he wouldnt listen, but also a part in all of us wanted to see if he could actually do it. well now we knew he couldnt.
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