HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 1, Prologue

[anniespinkhouse]

Winter 2001

The car is sleek and expensive, out of place by this dingy alley with it’s burnt out dumpsters and debris that speaks of drug addictions and cheap thrills.

The boy flicks his gaze upwards and surveys the car, bright hazel eyes seem older than the painfully thin, rangy frame. The windows are tinted, no hint of it’s occupant. He’s not

Comments

[meus_venator]

Oh painfully haunting start. I guess I know what I'm doing for the next 80 hour : )

[anniespinkhouse]

One of these days I will shock you all by launching straight into happy, schmoop... You are allowed a break you know!

[jolieblon]

So this was your first fic, and it's the last one of your posted pieces that I'm reading.
Obviously this means you should be writing more. It's irresponsible to get me addicted and then leave me hanging. ;)

[anniespinkhouse]

0_o, I'm in trouble. Not written so much of late but there will be the BB ... need to get my head back in the game!