The night air was cold with a thick dampness. I could feel the bounciness in the grass and leaves beneath my feet. My legs burnt from the running, and stick whacked my legs so brutally they bled.

Fear seeped from my breath like death itself. Every time smelled even a hit of it it bled into my like a deadly would bleeds onto the earth. The world was like a fantasy story that should never be told. A feeling of eyes on my back made my hair stand on end. Knewing that soon I would be caught; soon I would stumble into an everlasting void that would be my death. That is when I felt the teeth tear at my skin and That is when I woke.

To Those Lucky enough to find this site,

I Love to write. Writing is a passion I have that kept me entertained when I was little. It started in second grade and never ended. I love to read, and if you ever talk to me you probably know of my favorite authors, among those are Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Tamora Pierce, Annette Kurtis Klause, and many others. I love to roleplay also, and that is where the world of Terra came in, way back in 2005 when I made a roleplay called LArmes Sanglantes de la France.

That is all I am going to say for now.

Au revoir

-Kimberly Boynton.