Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Story
Her hands are bloody. She rubs her forefinger and thumb together and feels the wet, the glistening smoothness of it, and the tackiness. In her right hand, she lets the hammer swing, gripping the octagonal wood base between her fingers and rocking her whole hand back and forth to create the gentle motion.
“Let me tell you a ( Read more... )
Her hands are bloody. She rubs her forefinger and thumb together and feels the wet, the glistening smoothness of it, and the tackiness. In her right hand, she lets the hammer swing, gripping the octagonal wood base between her fingers and rocking her whole hand back and forth to create the gentle motion.
“Let me tell you a ( Read more... )
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I woke up this morning and read your story. I really liked it. I have alwasy loved the way you write. This story reminds me of something....but i am not sure what it is yet.
Anyway keep writing, i can't wait to read more.
All my love
Tenaya in Italy
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