If wishes fell like rain, then I am certainly the storm I wish through all the pain to wish us to be proud of scorn to be torn because of the scar gets healed with a star wishes don’t lead far under hate or a subpar second, what could go wrong? Wishing doesn’t harm nor shall it fail so I will wish and tame the storm. The harm of a storm is fake Unless it is of heat then pain becomes too much to be...

As the toy sits in the front, middle sectioned chamber of the seemingly always closed closet door, it reminisced about the days when the kids would play.

The doll is an old, textile doll that always had a different hairstyle woven into its long red hair. She had a few stitches loose; and when she used to have a hole, the mother would mend it back to looking new.

She was the favorite doll. She ...