Untitled

The slate sky stretched overhead as he walked to the car. He glanced briefly at his mother, who was shutting the front door. She

Is the story over... or just beginning?

you may politely request that the author write another page by clicking the button below...

Request another page
hide this box

Following:
Soon we'll let you keep track of interesting writers. Notifications aren't ready yet, but you can start "following" writers you enjoy right away! Much love.