Awaken, my dear
By jfarrell
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I must have moaned or cried out in my sleep. One moment I was being beaten up at school again, the next I’m awake in a pool of flames.
Abruptly followed by Karla’s foul breath trying to put them out. “So sorry, so sorry Master, I honestly thought you were being attacked.” She grinned at me slyly with a twinkle in her eye.
I gave myself time to take a few deep breaths, pat out my t-shirt and eyebrows. I followed a few strands of smoke rise above me, taking much of my t-shirt with them.
….. I sat down to write my world number 1 bestselling novel (even Stephen King likes it :) ). and got interruption after interruption after inter….
You get my drift.
As a start, what do you think, please?