FICTION FROM DR. DRIVE BY
CHAPTER 29D THE GREAT DAY OF THE CRYSTAL BALL IT'S EYES WERE MOVING BUT IT WAS MADE OUT OF STONE 'Yeh, I know.' She giggled softly as the violet mist fizzed away and they were standing in a lush Egyptian garden. 'This is the true source of the Nile.' She remarked. 'You better follow me.' She said... Sign in to see full entry.