Crystalin Pugh


Short storyShe climbed under her covers on the chilly November night, quickly seeking the blankets warmth to enfold her tired body. She could hear the wind blowing outside, and the cars driving by. These things didn't bother her, but rather felt so familiar she would have been uneasy without them. She could hear the soft snoring of her sons from the other room, as they slept soundly dreaming in their beds. She lay there not ready to drift into sleep, but definitely feeling the exhaustion of the day settling upon her aching body. A long day of work, and being on her feet all day had worn her down to her usual mode of not wishing tShort story
For Wes
Faith| I am an artist...general as that may be...it is what it is. I am imperfect, and in it simply me. Hopefully I get some feedback on what other's view, and read. Hopefully, I can inspire as I have been blessed and inspired by others. |
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Love is a Beating you take over and over, that hurts inside and out
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Love is a Beating you take over and over, that hurts inside and out
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