Germaine Mooney
Joined December 2017
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dark romance writer, poet, relationship councillor and sci-fantasy geek. Geek culture reviewer.
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The rain was coming down so hard that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. If there was any moon to help alleviate the gloom, it was hidden beneath the heavy clouds. "Hello?" I called out, for the millionth time, but there was no response. I had wandered too far from the campsite in my search for privacy to take care of my business. "I should have just squatted right outside the tent." I muttered, forcing my bare feet to continue onwards. The woods couldn't last forever and we had only been a few hours out from town when we had been forced to stop.
By Germaine Mooney3 years ago in Filthy