Chapter One.
A rat scuttled across the dank stone floor, sniffing its way toward its next meal. Its beady black eyes gleamed in semi-darkness. Deep in the shadows there was a shape lying against the wall reeking of unwashed human and congealing blood. The rodent stole towards it, following the mingling scents.
Pink nose twitching, the rat
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"She'd kissed him when they were nine, and he'd never quite recovered." xD That was funny.
I'd love to read more when you post it.
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You didn't think the first chapter dragged a bit? But yeah, I've got the third chapter written, it's the fourth that's giving me problems. Not fun.
(I liked that line too, Flins is an odd duck, I swear)
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