Six Sentence Sunday for Jan 6, 2013


From a little something new I’m working on:

But I still have the daggers in my hands, gripping the hilts so tight my fingers cramp. What the hell do I think I’m doing? I haven’t a clue how to fight. At some point, though, instinct kicks in. Fight or die. And I’m not in the mood to die today.


By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.