Kyle J Grossman
Joined June 2021
0 stories
Bio
Hell, man, I write when I'm sad, and people seem to like it. Also, can ya'll do PayPal instead of Stripe?
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Opituary
Two hundred and thirteen tries. I now stand at the edge of the pit, elated to have escaped after being trapped for so long. The pit itself looks to be about twenty feet deep with stone walls. The winter air is cold, but it feels good after the brutal climb. I look towards the woods. I can go. Leave this place forever. Forget about it and move on, but I can’t. She’s still down there.
By Kyle J Grossman3 years ago in Fiction