Lara Croft made her way across the winding wooden bridge that lay across the floor of the enchanted forest. On the other side of the bridge stood a tomb; inside the tomb was the great golden McGuffin. Before entering the old tomb, she took in the serenity of the forest knowing that once she obtained the item that the great Snipe hunters of old hid away, all Hallelujah would break loose. However, she put to memory where the bridge was and how it winders her hand reached out to the golden McGuffin; her fingers wrapped around it and...
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Timothy E Jones
What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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"Hello, my name is Poe. I am just letting you know that I am the true owner of all of these great books that line the shelves of this great bookstore. They call it THE BLACK CAT'S BOOKSTORE for a reason -- me! Feel free to look around and select a book; who knows I may help you select or object to a book. Don't worry; you will know which is which. My favorite book btw is "THE BLACK CAT" by Edgar Allen Poe."
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