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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: On The Porch

    I sat on the steps of Cody’s porch and flicked my cigarette butt to the ground. Smoke still hung in the cold night air. The air kissed my skin and ...

    Feb 28, 2011


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights