My, this was awkward. Peggy stood quivering in the doorway before Tom, reminding him of the eager mussel on the plate which demands one’s attention first, being immediately accessible, and thusly, a tad on the dry side.
By Allison Ward5 years ago in Humans
‘Twas nigh eight thirty, and a shimmying razor of moon streaked ‘cross the black-tar stillness of the bayou. It was time for the kill. Killing was all Chad craved. And tonight, he would make a killing at killing.
By Allison Ward5 years ago in Criminal
