Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Last Laugh

The snow crunched under her feet as she neared the farm house of the unsuspecting family. She could hear their laughter echoing through the woods. Laughter after what they'd done to her. At least what they thought they'd done. She was alive, angry, and stronger than ever. Revenge flowed through her veins and fire fueled her thoughts. "We'll see who has the last laugh," she uttered. #LiteraryJunkie

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