Roselynn

Be Still My HeartThe only light in the small apartment was the one from the refrigerator key pad, and the infernal, constant blinking was driving Kyra crazy. She sat from her place on the couch and counted it, one second, two second, blink. One second, two second, blink. It was the same thing over and over again. It was in the middle of counting down to the blinks of the little blue light that she first heard the ticking of the clock. Now, the clock had been ticking all along, but it was just now, after hours of silence that she heard it. Unfortunately, since hearing it, it seemed like it was all that she could hear. Tick, tock, tick, tock, blink, blink. TheBe Still My Heart
--
~deutsch
--
Blow your own trumpet... noone else will.
--
Blow your own trumpet... noone else will.
--
Zero tolerance with art thieves
check out my gallery [link]
I'll aswer you tomorrow about commission.
Via e-mail, obviously!
^___-
--
Visit my BLOG!!!
[link]
^___^
Previous Page1234Next Page