~greenangel~

A flash of green light, screams, a wailing baby. Twisting, turning, spinning, the bus is riviting out of control, slipping against the rain streaked high way, heading towards the visable ...

He was a tall man, but broad. He was around fifty, so in all natural light, his once gleaming chestnut hair (which was now pulled back into a silk ribbon) ...

I found this hard to read - it seemed like you started the story smooth but as you got deeper into it, it became more rough. I find it hard ...

thnks :p

Hey! I've been here before on different accounts before but...anyway I guess I'm back on a new account. So, hey everyone! :wink: