Natalie Edwards
Joined June 2021
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The Rocking Horse
The barn was decrepit as could be, full of cobwebs and eery, darkened corners that compelled you to look away. The air was stale and hung without life; a cloak of negativity, of foreboding, laced its self delicately over the deserted shack. Saskia still stood peering round the stable door however, intrigued by her new discovery.
By Natalie Edwards 3 years ago in Fiction