the death of a wish

[captainnowalk]

Slowly Karen came to consciousness. a faint, stale, familiar smell permiated her nostrils. The hard soil underneath her had now been replaced by hardwood. the particular spot at which her hands now supported her seemed to be slightly sticky, memories of some liquid long ago spilled there. ahead of her, darkness. her eyes had not yet adjusted

Comments

[captainnowalk]

I MEAN KAREN

[taiwando]

yes. i liked this one,
and heh, seemed like room #1337 at first

[illdance4you]

This is really good, it's actually leading me to want more, reeeeaaally nice writing. :)