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Post by Boomer on Mar 30, 2017 2:45:29 GMT
Prolog:
“…Mama?” I said, while wiping the tears away.
“It will be alright, my little Nio,” Mother said as she fixed my hair. “Your Papi is coming to take us home.” Her eyes started growing distant “He’s here, Nio…” she whispered as the nurse started pulling me away.
“Mama! Stay here with me, please!” I screamed.
“But I’m going home, Nio.”
That was the last thing me mother said to me before she parted.
The nurse left me outside my mother’s room, closing the door behind her. Left alone like that, the only thing I could think of was running. So, I did. I ran straight out the front door. Cursing Fate with each step…
~ Rouge Memoires | A biography of Xavic F. Malthorn
By: Antonia Kane
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Post by LegoBuilder on Mar 30, 2017 3:11:52 GMT
Prolog:
“…Mama?” I said, while wiping the tears away.
“It will be alright, my little Nio,” Mother said as she fixed my hair. “Your Papi is coming to take us home.” Her eyes started growing distant “He’s here, Nio…” she whispered as the nurse started pulling me away.
“Mama! Stay here with me, please!” I screamed.
“But I’m going home, Nio.”
That was the last thing me mother said to me before she parted.
The nurse left me outside my mother’s room, closing the door behind her. Left alone like that, the only thing I could think of was running. So, I did. I ran straight out the front door. Cursing Fate with each step…
~ Rouge Memoires | A biography of Xavic F. Malthorn
By: Antonia Kane
Can I.... Could I.... Should I.... Will I.... I will. MOAR!
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Mar 30, 2017 15:49:36 GMT
Post by Boomer on Mar 30, 2017 15:49:36 GMT
Prolog:
“…Mama?” I said, while wiping the tears away.
“It will be alright, my little Nio,” Mother said as she fixed my hair. “Your Papi is coming to take us home.” Her eyes started growing distant “He’s here, Nio…” she whispered as the nurse started pulling me away.
“Mama! Stay here with me, please!” I screamed.
“But I’m going home, Nio.”
That was the last thing me mother said to me before she parted.
The nurse left me outside my mother’s room, closing the door behind her. Left alone like that, the only thing I could think of was running. So, I did. I ran straight out the front door. Cursing Fate with each step…
~ Rouge Memoires | A biography of Xavic F. Malthorn
By: Antonia Kane
Can I.... Could I.... Should I.... Will I.... I will. MOAR!
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Mar 30, 2017 20:36:53 GMT
Post by TheGreatCon on Mar 30, 2017 20:36:53 GMT
Glad to see another Boomer story! 
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Apr 21, 2017 15:41:40 GMT
Post by Boomer on Apr 21, 2017 15:41:40 GMT
I am sorry but I can't continue the story as of right now. My brain powers of creative story writing are stuck on Drake, so I will be writing his story right now so I can get it done with.
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