S. S. Stories AZ 18 years old Posts Fiction By S. S. Stories Her Chosen Word Atlas looked on into the hazy night. The wind blew cold and harsh, or at least it was cold, she realized. In fact she couldn’t feel anything anymore. It all happened so fast…
Fiction By S. S. Stories Her Chosen Word Atlas looked on into the hazy night. The wind blew cold and harsh, or at least it was cold, she realized. In fact she couldn’t feel anything anymore. It all happened so fast…
