Imprisoned: Part 3
The next few days were mostly a blur. My head was constantly spinning and pounding–I just wanted to lay down and die. I recalled many …
The next few days were mostly a blur. My head was constantly spinning and pounding–I just wanted to lay down and die. I recalled many …
The man pulled the mask off and dropped it on the floor. I looked up, expecting to see his face, but it was yet another …
The NS Times staff has taken on a new challenge to write a serial short fiction story. Tied to a chair, in a dimly lit …