Status: Reconstruction... I will be going over the current chapters and improving them until I feel that my writing for this story is where I want it to be.
Crawl, Walk, and Stagger
My fingers were clutched tightly around the envelope in my hand. It was the most important envelope that I would ever encounter, the only thing that mattered.
It wasn’t an accident. There was too much blood. The time and place wasn’t coincidental, or should I say that it was far too coincidental.
I knew what I had to do, what I had to accomplish.
It wasn’t an accident. There was too much blood. The time and place wasn’t coincidental, or should I say that it was far too coincidental.
I knew what I had to do, what I had to accomplish.