Friday, March 19, 2010

25.25 Mar. 19, 2010

Butterfly, come back to my hand…

He never expected to see her again. Yet she stood laughing in the rain. He felt like a sailor sighting land after a long voyage.


Dudes,
Don t forget to submit your own 25 word, with 25 letter title, stories for this week s contest. The spark word is insects . Send them to: sgapaulmyers@yahoo.com by tomorrow night!

1 comment:

  1. Nice! Where's the "Like" button? Oh, yeah, that's Facebook. Ha.

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