Kimzi, come back. The Empire needs you Kimzi. This may well be our darkest hour. Or maybe a rather dark hour. Possibly its just a dim hour. I wouldnt discount it being simply being an hour after dusk, barely illuminated by a small 40 watt bulb hanging in a dusty room. The door ajar, a wind blowing leaves in through the door, a horrendous silence of dread looming in the air. But not quite pitch dark. Shadows can be seen. Fleetingly. Shadows but no one is there. Fear seeps through the floorboards, almost tangible under the fleeting photons that escape the weeping light above.
I failed to keep my New Year's resolution before I even made it.
12-Feb-2015 08:26:57
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Corugi