Monday, January 12, 2009
WHAT IS HIDING IN THE MUD FACTORY-- CHAPTER 1
544x376 Normal 0 HER BIRTH NAME WAS JESSICA CATHRINE BUT MOST CALLED HER JESS This fog is as thick as syrup. I am totally trapped by a nothing substance. I can’t feel more than dampness, I can’t see a foot in front of me, and I hear a low and foreboding dripping sound. It is Southern fog, thick and clumpy, it slides off pine needles like freshly cooked jelly off a spoon. I simply must concentrate on what is happing around me. One false step and I could plunge forward, backward or even sideways...
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