Happy Birthday to my dearest.
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
Thursday, 1 September 2016
"Did you hear that?" John asked with a fearful look in his eyes.
"Hear what?" Chris said. "Is there something wrong with the car?"
Then they heard it together. It was coming from the backseat.
The cries of an infant.
John's hands tightened around the steering wheel. "Tell me that isn't a baby in the backseat."
Chris slowly turned around.
Sure enough, there was an infant neatly strapped to the backseat. It stopped crying the instant its eyes met Chris'. Next to the child was a large Mickey Mouse bag with the business ending of a Feeding-Bottle sticking out.
"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "Mr...um..." "Black." He replied. "Richard Bla...
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Seconds later, the glass door exploded as a tsunami of bodies blasted through it. A nightmarish roar of animal sounds exploded in the ro...
You were meant for me! Not her…. Fiona screamed at her Image. Her perfect day had turned to trash really fast. She cleaned crimson off her...