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Carla J Perkins
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Thank you for visiting my page! I am a developing author of fiction, fantasy, and spice.
My current goal is to challenge myself to learn new skills and grow as an individual and artist. I invite you to come along and share in my journey...
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Problem Train
I sit up gasping, disoriented. A figure next to me calls out “C’mon! Get up!” and hauls me to my feet. Something about this feels familiar, but I don’t know how or why. I look out of the window next to me and realize that I’m in a bloody train car. A gun is thrust into my hands and I look up at the figure and freeze. I study his dark, tousled hair and his square jaw. He moves to brace himself against the side of the door with his own gun pointed down the corridor to the left. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows and his forearms flex as he switches directions. I suck in a breath and stagger forward a step, realizing that I am in the stupidest, tightest red dress and stiletto heels.
By Carla J Perkins2 years ago in Futurism
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