a small dose of what Markella is like as she gets herself ‘warmed up’ for the task of confiding to the diary
Warning : Don’t Be Fooled By Her Chattyness.
With shoes like lead and his heart pounding in sync with the bombs overhead, the young soldier made his painful way over the final arid mountain, wildly anxious to reach his village on the farthest end of his war torn country. Fueled by the scarce energy remaining in his wounded being, he ran down the path to embrace his family who, praying for his return, waiting for him, were burned to a crisp inside their still smoldering home in their village that was reduced to ash.Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story? — Suzy Valtsioti Q&A | Goodreads