I don't remember much after I blacked out, my head was throbbing. I tried to move my hands to wipe what I think is blood dripping down my forehead, but my hands are tied behind the chair. It was dark, pitch black. "Somebody help!" I shout. I heard movement from the corner of the room. "Shh, don't scream," someone whi...
Poems I have wrote and mini stories as well. I hope you enjoy. I haven't been doing it too long.
An excerpt from Margaret Atwood's classic story, The Handmaid's Tale. This is a word of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. First Anchor Books Edition, April 1998 Copyright © 1986 by O. W. Toad, Ltd. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions...