Fiction by newguard

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I`m sitting right now on a hard, wooden chair, and my right thumb feeling the soft strings of my old guitar. It was a long day, I should be at home enjoying dinner with my dog, but I`m here again.  I slowly, open my eyes to enjoy the fading sunshine. The old lady in front of me is on her knees, praying. This is a place where I find peace. But for some people, this is where they freely express themselves as drama queens. Tomorrow, I will drop by here again because this newly built church has been my stopover for the past three days.

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Newguard joined fictionthis on Thursday 14th of August 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 1 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 0. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

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