Thunder crashed outside my window, followed by a flash of blinding white light. The rain smacked against the glass, and leaked in through a small crack in the celling. Plop. Plop. Plop. Went the rain water as if fell into the bucket stationed beneath the leak. Another flash, and immediately after, thunder crashed. I pulled the covers up over my nose so only my eyes peaked out over the covers. It was going to be a looooong night.
YOU ARE READING
Cliffhangers
Historia CortaThis is a book of just the beginnings of stories that I have scribbled down in notebooks, and spare pieces of paper. Most of them will be cliffhangers, and I will not be doing continuations of any of the chapters, so do not ask. You have been warned.
