Pieces
He’s always working.
He’s always working.
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
Are those water stains?
Now we’re worlds apart, with the memories of our love, hanging on the walls. I dream of a time when I could still hold you in my arms. I wake up Expecting that lingering warmth on the sheets to once again find myself all alone.
Another awesome writer who you guys should check out (if you haven’t already). I loved this dark and contemplative piece. I think it’s especially a treat for those of us who are indecisive (like me) haha. Check River out, he does poetry, fiction, short stories and has a book out! Yeah, I remember the […]
Throwback. This was third audio story I produced when I first started. I wonder if I should remake this one?~ What do you guys think? Or, would you like to see the Operator come back in a brand new tale?
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The child watched his mother, Limp and swinging.
You never say goodbye. When your eyes leave mine, And we part ways, Silence weighs heavy. You’ll come again, Back to our special place, But there only waits A memory.