JamesB

Great story is so little words! When the train starts to roll away, I watch out the window - and see him remove his jacket and cut the red wires ...

The cold wind scratched desperately at his face and he could feel the crunching of the delicately frosted grass beneath his clumsy feet. Gravestones stood motionless around him, in the ...

Hey, a good story. More to come? Maybe make it a bit longer before someone gets killed, also it seems like the others don't care that much that their friend ...