Oliver breathed in sharply; despite the twang of burnt rubber, the air still held life. This new revelation filled his gut with a surprising reservoir of empathy. Remembrance of his brother, lying somewhere in a pool of his own blood froze the life from his veins.
Mistake | Short Story
Coming 21st December 2008
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Great paragraph Jon… um, is there more?
heh, I just read the ‘more to come’ part
Is anyone really out there?
oooooooo – can’t wait… I like to re-read sentences like that and take it all in… especially the burnt rubber part… something I smelt recently when the neighbours were doing burnouts outside my window…
Lol @jacksta. Hey, a comment is a comment.
Thanks, Paisley!
JON!! I am offically leaving a comment. I am still perplexed!
*singin* is anybody out there… come and follow me