“Almost there;” she thought to herself; her escape plan was just one step away from completion. She was running from one of the hugest scandals to ever hit the tabloids and she was not sure if she felt excited by this or scared.
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And Still - A Poem
This land here moulded by a hand divine,
I wander alone, all thoughts are mine,
Dark clouds hang low grieving,
For him who has not come.
All of a Sudden
Suddenly the un-mistakable smell of fire and smoke drifted out of the cabin through the open hatch of the galley.