VehementWriter

Silence.Yes, the rain pounded against the ground. The rubber in our shoes squeaked upon connecting with the drenched grass underneath our feet. The leaves on the trees around us rustled ...

IIFeeling had no place within my body when I awoke; but, somehow, I still moved. It wasn’t by my own doing, though. I was being pushed – wheeled down a ...

(Going through the document to bbc code the whole thing is just not appealing, hence the attatchment.)»Sam.