Warm Scotch Fog

[whateverthat]

He awoke bloodied and bruised, floating in a sea of dead leaves and broken twigs. Frightened at first, too frightened to move, he slowly opened one eyelid and let bright yellow light blind him into vision. Trees obstructed the horizon, slicing the rising sun into a thousand slivers of golden clouds as it warmed the morning mist

Comments

[sweatpantsrule]

sweeeeeet.

[antigreen]

awesome...you should change the ending though so that the wolf licks the guy. that would just be heartwarming, or something.

no, i yuv it.

[whateverthat]

It'll be like one of those "Choose your own adventure" books where you can flip to page 145 to get the happy ending.

[everonward]

145 pages my ass, lazy emo bastard

[whateverthat]

Pff, that's the nigger calling the kettle black

and I never said what would be on the other 144 pages