Saturday, December 11, 2004Untitled part one“No!” A scream pierced the dead of night. Lena shot straight up in bed, drenched in sweat. “Damn!” She sighed as she got up out of bed. This always happens this time of year. She headed through the darkness to the kitchen. She new she wouldn’t get back to sleep easily. She had every inch of the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by starr4all at 4:10 PM Comments (0) (link) |
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