Elliott Rozwen
Joined March 2021
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An Empty Frame
The mewling had gone on for days at this point. No words, just a pitiful whimper, three hundred feet below her. She should have put it out of its misery. Shoot on sight was the policy, and it had kept her safe for years now. But when she’d lined up her scope and saw the pitiful thing, she knew it wasn’t capable of hurting her in that state.
By Elliott Rozwen5 years ago in Fiction
Curse Breaker
She was not in the habit of answering unknown numbers. They were unceremoniously sent to voicemail, and, on the odd occasion they did leave a voice memo, she was unlikely to listen. She’d heard enough recorded scams, thank you very much. This number, however, had called back to back for the past three days.
By Elliott Rozwen5 years ago in Families
