Aine crept towards the door slowly. Her bare feet tip toed along the dusty wooden floor. The hunk of meat dripped up her arm as she held it elevated, watery blood making pink trails to her elbow and seeping into her linen dress. She took the brass knob in her other hand and slowly turned it to keep from letting the door creek. The dog sat there
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i did get a little bit of writing done this weekend. i only wish i had more time and energy. it's depressing.
i'm glad you like it :)
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Sometimes time and energy can be in short supply. But at least you got some done.
:)
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i don't get very much feedback on these things when i post them.
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