So here goes for Shiver - as requested by my lovely commenters, I've continued my story from Hunger and Poison.
As she slowly drifted toward the surface of
her consciousness, her throbbing mind tried to understand where she was. Pitch
black had stolen her sight, she had to make sense of this without her eyes. Reaching
a trembling hand sideways to feel the dampening walls, she slowly began to
comprehend. She knew she was on an island, a tropical island, so why was it so dreadfully
cold? Feeling braver, she stretched further and at the moment her seeking hand
reached an immovable handle she realised to her horror that she was on the
inside.
from motomorinsport |
YIKES! The suspense was beautiful, and it left me feeling terrified. Wonderful writing Kate!
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