From a burst of gas
blew the infinite question:
Who created me?
About the Creator
𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗– 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore5 days ago in Fiction
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