Saturday 21 July 2012

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer 2.10: an End


Starting paragraph
The way things were going Jex wasn’t getting out of these woods alive. He’d come to that conclusion about a half hour ago when he found himself yet again leaning against a tree that held a knife sticking out by the halt. A knife that had been stabbed into the tree because Jex had managed to duck just in time.
Loved by a Werewolf, short story, start