Prologue His breathing heavy and abrupt. Unable to move. Body held by exoskeleton. Lower half is already sunken to the floor. Legs scraped and cut
Original Fiction Short Story Rating – G Frail, her composure, the looks – pale, the speech – lost.
Hey there you all beautiful people! I have submitted my work to the contest on the INKITT website. It’s my dear child of writing creation
Happened to know how to improve my book – there must be PROLOGUE! There is a really messed up perception in the beginning and as
The lights of late night city – Glimmer of countless stars. My destination really – Is making money drawn.
Small little thing that can crush any soul is to say that you hate them, especially if they become grown to you, part of you