Blood. Blood strained the otherwise white pants like a Roastank blot.
“Come out come out wherever you are.” The sing-song voice drifted closer and closer.
“I’m growing tired of this.” Came the second voice. Bright blinding light filled the dark alley and Rhett was forced to scrambled away, knocking over a garbage can as he went.
This is the first piece of fiction that I am putting up. It is the introductory piece and the rest of the story is going to be different, but here it is.
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Seven times three is twenty-one.
Seven times four is twenty-eight.
Seven times five is thirty-five.
Huddled on her bed in the dark, Thi counted to herself softly. She did the multiplication in her head to keep her mind off things. It wasn’t interesting or fun, all it did was pass the time. That was the point.
