A cold blooded murderer known to the public as H happens to cross paths with Scarlett Johnson. As they encounter one another at a masquerade ball their lives take a turn. H can not help himself when he begins watching Scarlett's every move. Following her from place to place his mind races with all the possible thin...
"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not b...
❝It was a little after eight-the sky a void of raspberry and periwinkle and lavender carnations-and possibly the most humid day in the middle of July when I first saw him tagging the side of an abandoned building next to the rundown Mini-Mart.❞ - Young Writer's Short Story Contest Finalist.