Hometown: East Stoke
December 17, 2012
I'm not sure exactly how long it's going to end up being, but right now I have a rough outline for a series of 5 novels.
The strange craft flew silently overhead. Karen would not have noticed it were it not for the gray man who appeared in her passenger seat, seemingly via a beam of light eminating from the craft's underbelly. As far as she was able to perceive things, that was when her car slammed into the red Volkswagen in front of her, killing her and her strange passenger instantly. Of course, that is not what really happened...
Hi! I'm (in theory) a writer in West London. Perhaps wannabe writer is a better description at this stage?