Saturday 4 August 2012

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer 3.0


Starting paragraph
The beast, the wolf steered inside me, making my eyes travel down the man's neck, down to the pulse. It started to race. Race in a way that had everything to do with fear, and it was all for me. I was scaring him. My body spammed, jerking my head so that I was looking at his face again.
Wolf Fights, stand alone, start FD