It was a cold November morning, leaves covered the now yellowed grass, the dog's water stood frozen, two little winter birds fluffed their feathers while sitting on a low tree branch outside my kitchen window and the smell of coffee began to fill my nostrils telling me that it's time to quell my yawns.
The cold stillness of that serenity broke when I heard a blood-curdling scream from the depths of one of the caves at the other end of...
Post new comment