My life flashed before my eyes, my mind raced through all of the names of the people I cared about. My mother, my pa, my dear little sister, Ali, and my best friend, Meg. I could of helped them all. But that stupid rug that I always trip on. The one right by the library. But not any library, the enemies library.
Hey guys! I will be starting a blog. And im looking forward to writing short stories for you to enjoy. I want to write a variety of stories so you never get bored. Dogs, cats, fantasy, dreams, letters,any anything that gets your interest. I am starting this blog because I… Read more »