She would never forget the day she got her first camera. In a bright pink colour and taking pictures with no quality. But she loved…
Author: stitchy
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The day she was born the sky was dark and loud. No light was to be seen, not a single star. As if the clouds…
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She was ten when she first felt it. The rush, the clattering of teeth, the complete feeling of freedom. She felt stronger than ever. All…
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He was 12 years old when he understood the meaning of love. Or at least that’s what he thought. She was beautiful. Long chocolate brown…
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Hi! Nice to see you here. My name is stitchy. This is my blog where I upload my little drabbles for you to enjoy. Feel…