“Into the fire, I stumble. Unsure what I will encounter or become. I rush forward, blind, my ears roaring and numb. Dirt explodes as bullets strike around me. Still I run.”
#writing
“Into the fire, I stumble. Unsure what I will encounter or become. I rush forward, blind, my ears roaring and numb. Dirt explodes as bullets strike around me. Still I run.”
#writing