Up late (it's late when you have to get up at 5:30AM, Monday-Friday) copying over my story from my notebook to what I'm actually going to hand up....it's changing a lot from the original version (at least in my opinion)...so I'll put up one of them probably tomorrow...
Although I suppose I could put a little part...
An old cottage in the middle of the forest, burnt to cinders, the culprit; one husband, Jeff, the victims ; his wife, Jeanette and son Thomas.
He stumbled away from the wreakage he created, probably off to find a bar, his wife was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, a figure arose, her white skin paler than usual, her hair, now jet black, hung in front of her face like a creature from a horror movie, but the figure was no creature, but only Jeanette. Her son got up out of the ashes that was now his bed and went to his mother's side......
Well, hopefully it isn't too confusing so people would actually read the whole thing when I put it up.
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