13 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Fiction, From 15 to 50, Poem, Prompt
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It was destiny, I have been told,
When I was left to wrestle with the jaws of death.
Destiny took the glory once again,
When I fought my way out.
No, I am not hiding behind my destiny.
I am writing my own destiny
Because it can be rewritten!
Linking this 49 words fiction to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′
’Also linking to NaBloPoMo – November Day 10.
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