Little boy: Are you an angel?
Him: What?
Little boy: My mom told me that those who
have marked wrists are angels
Him: I´m not an angel
Little boy: Of corce you are. Mom said that
only angels harm themselves becouse they
don´t like life on earth. This world is destroying
them so they try to return to haven again.
They are too sensitive to the pain of others
and their own.
Him: You know, your mom is very wise
Little boy: Thank you, she´s also an angel but
she has already returned home.
About the Creator
Nina
Hello, my name is Nina and I´m a student and on this profile I wanted to shere some of my thoughts and thoughtful ideas with you.
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
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