Rifts in Reality
Short Story - The Joyrider
Friday, November 2, 2012
First Five Friday - The Willow and the Stone
Carli opened her eyes to darkness tinged with a sickly green color.
The olive hue pulsed like a throbbing toothache.
She inhaled and gagged on the stench of something evil and long dead.
The air not only reeked, it tasted foul.
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The Willow and the Stone
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