After nine hours of being squished between a mother and her crying baby and a morbidly obese man, I had had enough and as soon as I could I clambered from my seat and headed out of the plane.
Looking across the vast almost completely empty airport, I spotted my name on a sign being held by a large
man. He seems to be in his early 20s, a serious look of concentration on his face as he scanned the area presumably looking for me.
I walked towards him, his eyes flashed with recognition.
"Diya so good to see you again?" His voice deep.
"Blade?" I whispered tentatively (this can't be Blade ) I thought , picturing the lanky boy I left behind when I was 8.
The last time I was here , he was the only other child here, my only companion . And now...
Now he was a God .
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The Woods
HororShe gave me one rule, don't go into the woods. But of course telling a 17 year old not to do something made me want to do it even more. I bet, if she hadn't told me not to go there , I wouldn't have looked twice at the rusty fence that enclosed the...
