Tag: creative writing

Crash

Crash A muffled cry was what slowly roused her. She sluggishly opened her eyes, trying to locate the source of that noise. When she had pin pointed it, she realised it was directly underneath her. Moving proved difficult, excessively painful in fact. Then she realised there was a metal rod protruding from her left leg.

New York, My City

Follow my blog with Bloglovin New York, My city The roads were still wet from the rain that had only just stopped a little while ago. People had no idea that they, yet again, had come close to finding out that there was a war going on. There were so many wars going on, it
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