by PJColando | Dec 10, 2024 | blog post
The elf raised the wooden stamp as high as his bruised elbow allowed. He paused, scrunched his eyes, and listened intently, hoping that someone, something, anything, would intervene.His heart ached as much as his arm. It kerthumped in his chest. A chest that didn’t...
by PJColando | Dec 20, 2016 | Uncategorized
The elf raised the wooden stamp as high as his bruised elbow allowed. He paused, scrunched his eyes, and listened intently, hoping that someone, something, anything would intervene. His heart ached as much as his arm. Kerthumped in his chest. A chest that didn’t rise...
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