They say out there it's always stormin'. Sometimes when the wind's really ragin' a slick black water seeps through the edges.
Everyone's done. Cora won't even talk no more. The last time we had flashed the lights she looked me right in the eyes and said "They're not coming."
It's been ages since we got the last update. It was half corrupted and we barely managed to unpack it.
There were new phrases to memorise and prophecies to repeat as well as some songs and a few clips.
One had this photo of a lady lookin' out a round window on this big blue and white plain with what I reckon was night stealin' up alongside.
"I gotta get out" Micah whispers.
I twist the key in my hand.
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Midnight Dreams And Visions
Short StoryA collection of short stories by Paul Alex Gray. The tales within cast a jagged line through the worlds of science-fiction, horror, weird fiction and dashings of magic realism. NEW - The man with the cat 1. The man with the cat ~ Mystical kitties a...
