Holly Hornecastle pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, wishing she didn’t have to be there. The car went silent as she pulled the key out of the ignition. Holly sat there, feeling a familiar sense creep over her skin.
By Rosemarie5 years ago in Fiction
Once upon a time ago, Terre was covered in parasitic creatures, bent on destruction. They consumed and burned everything they touched, until the dirt itself had turned cold with death.
