January Panic

Posted July 13th, 2007 by Liz

It’s cold and it’s a disgusting gray sleet outside. There are three other bodies in this room, none of which will respond to my whispered pleas. They continue to expel horrific gurgles while my mouth silently mouths a prayer. My stomach is in a different place than usual, it’s no longer nestled happily in my [...]

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Story Time.

Posted July 9th, 2007 by Liz

I’m tired of talking about myself, I’ve lost all interest in my life. But I’m writing again, mostly fiction.
I’d only met her twice, each time losing energy and coherent thought processes, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see her again. Her sullen eyes were always rimmed with slightly reddened flesh, her hair dark and [...]

Filed under:Fiction