Jan 2016
It was the day after the funeral. The terrifying thunder pounded with an immense uproar as faith charged my decaying chariot through the hammering rain. The car jolted- tarnished gates, black as death glared over me as they drew apart. I began making my way towards my haven; away from any known civilization.
Every week I am going to be posting the next episode of this short story so I hope you tune in :) Where ever you are, I hope that you can understand. Writing keeps me surviving. I hope you can understand you are more than capable too.
