Confessions (PART 7)
PART 7
April 20th
“Ian,” I heard an angelic voice, echoing through my ringing, pounding head.
“Who’s there?” I screamed out, squinting my eyes, looking off into the distance. I was surrounded by a white fog obscuring my vision. Looking down at my feet, I saw white clothing on me, and I realised I wasn’t standing on anything. Just, sort of floating in ( Read more... )
April 20th
“Ian,” I heard an angelic voice, echoing through my ringing, pounding head.
“Who’s there?” I screamed out, squinting my eyes, looking off into the distance. I was surrounded by a white fog obscuring my vision. Looking down at my feet, I saw white clothing on me, and I realised I wasn’t standing on anything. Just, sort of floating in ( Read more... )
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Oh my goodness...I wish they would eat out near my house. >.> <.
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