Micro Fiction: The Orb 12 February 3, 2021 by Elizabeth Drake Leave a Comment The orb screamed at me. Shrieking that I needed to come to it. It could save me. I wasn’t sure what I feared more. The footsteps in the hall or the voices in my head. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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