Only six more years...A Story by JaneFoxscale
Once again I find myself staring at an utterly empty paper, my pen in hand and the warden breathing down my neck. Day in, day out, I slave away at this hopeless job. My hands clam up and I turn to face the unforgiving monster, the very same who demands such incomprehensible work to spew from my hands. It tells me to focus all my power on the labor, though I hardly have any left from the years spent here already.
"V=BH"... What does B even mean??? I know I cannot ask, for if I try my wretched lack of focus shall be discovered. And so I am left with a pounding heart and unforgiving, cold, test. © 2016 JaneFoxscaleReviews
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