
Bridget Couture
Joined October 2022
40 stories
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An aspiring author and poet with an unquenchable love for books. Can often be found typing intensely or substituting reading for sleep.
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{Ravinn, One} Thud. A tremor laced the ground, heavy and powerful, enough to wake me from my dozing. I was turned on my side, curled and filthy, with tear stains streaked across my face. Hours upon hours of sobbing had reduced me to nothing more but the frightened infant I was, weak from my own cries.
By Bridget Couture3 years ago in Fiction


