By Leslie Lindsay
You know when you put something out into the universe and it comes back to you in a good way? Well, that’s sort of what has happened with these apraxia stories. 506 more words
“Ariel, it’s time,” I hear Aqua whisper as she ties off my braid.
I nod my head and take a deep breath. I can already hear the others splashing out and singing old songs, some tell of success and others of tragedy, but all have the same haunting tune, the tune that speaks of death and regret, the tune I thought I’d never have to sing. 1,005 more words