

Bruce Turns Out The LightNovember 23rd, 7:30pm.Bruce Turns Out The Light
Bruce felt more and more afraid as he crept up the soft, carpeted stairs. It wasn’t going to be good when he got to the top. Behind him, he could hear rumbling sounds. They came from the closed door of the room he had just left. At least he knew that there was company back there. He couldn’t go back, though. They would only shout at him. Perhaps Bruce could just stay here, on the stairs. It was nice here; the hall light cast playful shadows and the carpet was very warm, with fur like a duckling. He could see the streetlight from the road. Where there was road, there would be people, company, someone t
Nice Highland cow, BTW. I'm a scot, I can appreciate it.
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