Sunday, April 15, 2012

And So The Story Begins...

Running. As I am, I can hear the cold breeze of the night dark sky. No, not just the breeze. Something following me. Soft touch brushes threw my back. Terrified, I run fast, encouraging myself to never stop running, but of course I knew later on those mutant arms will reach me and carry me away in to the forest in the night...

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