Although, logistically, it was impossible for him to have spawned this dark-haired, brown-eyed child, it was enough to make me realize that I was now the odd-man-out.
Blood seeped out of my body with each shallow breath, slowly soaking the carpet red.
"So, tell me again," he said, "what's this chee thing you keep talking about? How does this stuff work?"
Plant the Seeds You Want to Grow
From Don "The Hawk" Blakeborough (submitted 3 months ago)
Writing
As an amature para-normal investigator, your work excites me. You mention the voices you hear, well yours is the voice I'd read. Please inform me of any new 'jots' you put down.