“Do I have a soul?” Emma asked her creator. “I’m not God,” he said. “So I don’t,” she said & exhaled her last. “No, I don’t know,” he sobbed.
“Do I have a soul?” Emma asked her creator. “I’m not God,” he said. “So I don’t,” she said & exhaled her last. “No, I don’t know,” he sobbed.
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I really liked your story. I think that it has a ray bradburyisk feeling to it. AND, just because I’m your mom doesn’t mean that I can’t be objective.
I LOVE Mom’s critique. Not just because she’s my mom, but because she figured out how to use the critique function on this website. That means I love this website too, but you already knew that!