Emerald Ink for Monday, October 16, 2006

Monday, October 16, 2006

Chapter from a story I'm working on

Loss He'd been twenty that morning, still having the occasional nightmare motorcycles and cold eyed Williams that just stood there staring at him as he bled out his soul. Nightmares weren't all that uncommon on Sweet Home. There were more ads for good sleep than wrinkle creams. It hadn't been a good... Sign in to see full entry.

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