“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasps so close to my ear I can feel his breath, a deep voice reverberating through my body. He has a soothing soft southern accent as if his family lived in the south… — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
“The buzzards wait for it to die, not knowing that it’s already dead. By the number of them, they have been waiting a long… — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
“Blood is pounding in my ears. Lingering smoke and tequila fill my nostrils as adrenaline courses through my veins. My lips curl into a… — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
“My neighbors have long since left, or they are dead. Some I killed. It was either kill or be eaten alive, which is not… — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
“You should just expect the worst. The world just isn’t what it used to be.” — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasps so close to my ear I can feel his breath, a deep voice reverberating through my… — Annie Walls Copy Share Image
