Grinder hums, then stops
fresh grounds fall gently in place
machine kicks to life
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Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
I have a blog at emilieturner95.wordpress.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace2 days ago in Fiction
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