Saturday 1 September 2012

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #5


Starting paragraph
All around them the trees made noise, it was a shitty time of day and the wind was just strong enough that everything crinkled and cracked. The sound of movement was all around them; it had been for hours now, it was what made a brush density so much fun on a daily stole. You were alone without feeling that way.
     When you’re trying to outrun someone, it became your worst nightmare.
Beauty of Summer (Warrior Brethren #0.5) page 22