thestorygirl

The rubble settledafter the storm of ash.Then the screams began;first high and peircing, disbelieving.More frightful words came.Then gravity brought it all crashing down to earth. The screams grew lou

Fog floods the brain, like smoke seeps through cracks. The realization is slow but the body senses it reacting like a whip; tensing back then snapping forward. The eyes glow ...

The Heir to the Kingdom's worst memory.