Aaron Moore
Joined October 2018
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What Don't Kill You...
The house was pitch black, or it felt like it was. Maybe it came from the fear permeating throughout the air. The little boy was huddled in the corner of his bedroom. Did he have time to hide in the closet? There actually was a dim light coming through his door. It was from his brother's room. He could hear the cries of his older sibling. All that he could do was hide and hope that would bore him for tonight. Mom could come find him and his brother. Clean them up. Tell them what he did was not okay.
By Aaron Moore4 years ago in Fiction
