by C. L. Stone
Jump, I thought. Jump, please. Don’t get killed. Don’t leave me alone here!
His eyes stayed on me, but he never moved once. He wasn’t going to. He’d lied, and I didn’t know why.
Before he had a chance, the car turned again, driving into a warehouse.
The heavy-duty garage door closed, trapping him. In the second location.
ABOUT C. L. STONE
Certification
· Marvelour of Wonder
· Active Participant of Scary Situations
· Official Member of F.A.M.E.
Experience
Spent an extraordinary number of years with absolutely no control over the capping of imagination, fun, and curiosity. Willingly takes part in impossible problems only to come up with the most ludicrous solution. Due to unfortunate circumstances, will no longer experience feeling on a small spot on my left calf.
Skills
Secret Keeper | Occasion Riser | Barefoot Walker Strange Acceptance | Magic Maker | Restless Reckless | Gravity Defiant | Fairy Tale Reader | Story Maker-Upper | Amusingly Baffled | Comprehensive Curiousness | Usually Unbelievable
