Welcome to the beginning of the end, my Fipsicles.
Fireside Popsicles:
Twisted tales told by the fire.
Cold wind blowing as the hairs on the back of your neck rise high into the night.
The Bizarre silhouetted against the moonlight.
Inspired yet?
3K word limit
Due: January 1st.
Tweeted link - hope you don't mind xox
ReplyDeleteI still want entry to this fireside... I can melt you with the best...and better...can I write a story?
ReplyDeletethe 'non-robot' letters i had to type to allow my post were rather apt....hehe
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