| This one was a major step up for me. I never actually dished out a story this fast. And for absolutely no reason as well. |
| This one was a major step up for me. I never actually dished out a story this fast. And for absolutely no reason as well. |


Lost Father - Chapter 1"Quiet!" The sudden thuddening of a hammer nearly shattering a wooden desk echoed the room as the committee of the mock trial quieted themselves; private matters hushing and dying away as mutes entered and replaced the once chatty audience. Jack himself was representing the judge in this case and his experience with the Law and knowledge of the Latin language always made people nervous about mock trials; it wasn't even his attitude that made the defendant sweaty for something they haven't even commit. "I DEMAND SILENCE IN THIS COURT!!!" His voice even surprised him. He always took the proceedings quite seriously, but never had he heard himselLost Father - Chapter 1


PieceWith a thin slice, a piece of you leaves. As easy as it came; it left without warning. Like a flu in the season; it's born then done. Left out like a pitcher of tea to bask in the sun, your done with none to gain from. And you cry. You cry. You cry to fix the pain. The pain that was so easily gained when that piece left. The only thing it left you. And then you resort to things, things not easily redone or undone. Things that could or will harm you much more than the piece did. Even before it left you. And now, you've done it. Worse off than when it left you. And you realize, that you were much better off without out that piece. But it's tooPiece
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