Damien Hoffman
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The only sound that could be heard was the never ending chirping of crickets, the rustling of the too tall grass as it moved with the wind, and the whisper of the running water. The air was heavy with humidity and the night sky seemed higher without the pollution of the neighborhood lights. If Bryce Massett held his breath and kept still, he could swear he didn’t exist; there was nothing but the wind, Willow Creek, and the wildlife that always seemed to find him no matter how invisible he was.
By Damien Hoffman6 years ago in Criminal