The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
Purportedly, the last person to see her alive was the Sherrif himself, so Jonah was very nervously clutching his press pass as he approached the man in uniform.
The man glared at him with eyes that seemed a tad too chrome.
Something tugged at Jonah’s senses, an unnatural, sensation, promising danger.
He chose topics that wouldn’t ruffle any feathers, innocent questions to mislead what he already knew.
But those eyes kept staring at him, peering into the deepest parts of his soul, and he knew the truth.