By Raina Panarese
The dusky air was heavy as I walked the stony beach on an island filled with ghosts.
I found my tent in the fading light and there, luring behind it, was the bear with the blood shot eyes.
By Raina Panarese
The dusky air was heavy as I walked the stony beach on an island filled with ghosts.
I found my tent in the fading light and there, luring behind it, was the bear with the blood shot eyes.
2 Comments
Deb Codding
Don’t think I want to go camping with you.
James rs
Rainas , start of a story is great! I would like the whole book . 😉