Bullets
Bullets Sophie Nock “It was a disaster. I didn’t know what to do.” The yellow blanket is scratchy around her shoulders, the scratched plastic surface
Bullets Sophie Nock “It was a disaster. I didn’t know what to do.” The yellow blanket is scratchy around her shoulders, the scratched plastic surface
The Last Time I Saw Him Sophie Nock The last time I saw him, he was young, vibrant. Alive. It was three weeks after he
Stars Sophie Nock The stars in silence singing to the moon, Which winks and sparkles back at them, Receding from the sky. Ethereal light in
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