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Jon Howski's avatar

You went a bit dark on this one Miguel so I decided to go in the opposite direction - thats the best part about this game 😉

The rope stretched between them, taut against the howling wind.

Snow blinded their path, the blizzard swallowing footprints as soon as they fell.

Father led, gripping the rope with frozen fingers, mother behind him, clutching their youngest to her chest. The eldest, barely more than a boy, anchored the rear, trembling but firm.

The rope was their tether, their lifeline—without it, they’d be lost, scattered in the storm’s fury. It was more than hemp and knots. It was love, duty, survival.

One step. Then another.

Hand over hand, they pulled forward, bound together by something stronger than the storm.

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Theresa Greene's avatar

An old memory

Does anyone remember soap on a rope

Or am I just a rhyming dope

It seems I remember the thing

But it is possible I sing

Of events and things that

Never happened yet

My memory is not what

I could call intact

Time is a slippery thing

In a mind that sings

Of here and there

And everywhere

Am I making any sense

Should I put up a fence

Around my brain

So I won't seem insane

But soap on a rope is all i am hearing

So am I a dope i am fearing !

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