A writer whose hands are encased in a block.
"Hit the ground.
Legs spread wide open in a display of fear and courage. Moving almost silently down narrow pathways carved by rotten concrete and decaying trash, filtered through to vision by the dead glow of street lamps casting second shadows over everything. The blue vial was getting heavy, but I held fast to it. "I wrote this ( Read more... )
Legs spread wide open in a display of fear and courage. Moving almost silently down narrow pathways carved by rotten concrete and decaying trash, filtered through to vision by the dead glow of street lamps casting second shadows over everything. The blue vial was getting heavy, but I held fast to it. "I wrote this ( Read more... )
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But no, seriously. What say I draw, you write?
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