Tasha Castro
I’m glad I got there out of there alive.
Suddenly, I was all too aware that I was in this world by myself, doing what I needed to independently. I was speeding along the highway once more with only the lights overhead flashing through the sunroof.
The only companionship that I found was with the stereo. The sound quality was alright, but it was nowhere near the standard that I used to.
It was not the sound that caused me to let my emotions go.
It was the song that was timed to start as soon as I pressed the knob. The knob sparked electricity that triggered a radio wave receiver.
It was our song.
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The Limbic's Game
Teen FictionDylan Crammer is in a stage 5 coma, but he is more concious than people are led to believe. Through memories and intuition, he tries to piece together how he got to be in this predicament. As time goes on he gathers more and more information as to w...
