The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest_How she become Louisa Anne Horton_Lost Love_Dust to Dust
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The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
Now, this fairy tale here concerns a young fellow named Frankie Lee and his encounter with the mysterious Judas Priest. Well, saying Frankie Lee lived a charming life would be an understatement. He had more money than his grandchildren could spend and a red-headed gal that would soon become his bride. She was finer than frog’s hair split four ways. Bless her mighty soul! Ya’ll folks wouldn’t believe me if I said this, but Mary Ann was the prettiest gal from Texas all the way to West Virginia. Even a blind man on a galloping horse could see she and Frankie were like peas and carrots. B...
How she become Louisa Anne Horton
“I quit!” That was all that Louisa said, all those years of sacrifice were gone, and all because of Amber. Louisa had a hard childhood, however, when she was nine years old she found something she was passionate about. Riding horses, she couldn't love a single thing more than she loved horses. Horseback riding was her escape, the only thing that enabled her to escape her problems. While riding, Louisa felt a connection with the horse as well as with nature. The breeze on her face, that adrenaline that made her heart race, she loved everything about riding. If you dare to ask her she would say ...
Lost Love
It’s funny and not in a haha sort of way , but in a queer way . Love is strange and pops up when it’s least expected. I was visiting a college with my daughter in a city far away from our home. It was a bitter sweet trip as it was exciting for her, she was turning another chapter in her young life. She was anticipating finally meeting this boy . Carlee had been conversing with for months and they were finally going to meet face to face and she was glad she had someone to attend college with . I was grateful that she had someone she knew that would be there with her when I left her there, but ...
Dust to Dust
Pain splintered throughout his body and turned his vision black. He blinked, trying to regain some of his composure, at least enough to see. He could hear the sounds of the struggle raging around him. Someone was screaming. Someone was calling for him. Someone was crying. Maybe it all came from the same person. He couldn't tell. He couldn't see. He let his eyes close. There was no point in pushing himself out of the dirt. He would just get hit and fall back down again. Twww.onedoor.cchere was no point in trying. This was the end, he could feel it in his bones. The ache in his chest pulled him down deeper ...