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Hey there
Libi here after a very long silence. I know that it’s been a long while since last I’ve written anything and I just want to start of this post with a very sincere apology to all of my readers. I’m truly sorry for leaving you all hanging for such a long time but I just want you to know that I’m here now. I’m back for the time being.
I also want to thank you all for being so good and loyal to me all this time. Looking through my stories now I am overjoyed to see that the vast majority of you are still with me and for that alone I will be forever grateful. Just knowing that I can count on my readers to stick by me gives me a ton of strength and joy.
This past year, just like the two years before, has been very tough for me where work and family are concerned. I’ve never felt as used and abused by my own family as I have in the past three years but at least this year, no matter how hard it’s been, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
My plans for the future are beginning to take shape and although I’m not happy right now, I have reason to hope for a better 2017.
Time really is amazing in its speed huh? 2016 is basically at its end and I don’t know if you all feel the same as I do, but I sure as hell am glad to see it approaching its end.
I hope you all have had a better 2016 than I have though, I hope only good things happened for you.
If not, well then, let’s pray together that 2017 works out better for us.
Anywhoo, I’ve missed you all a ton more than you know and I’m glad to be back with you again.
I’ll star officially updating my ongoing fics again by the first week of December but for now here’s a little something you can check out to ease you back into my writing.
It’s called: Boiled Eggs – When the Craving Hits
Description:
“Are you coming in or not?” I hear a voice in the distance. It feels like my feet have been hammered to the ground as my body has stopped all motion at the prospect of having willing followed a possible kidnapping serial killer home. I look up to see him standing against the light of the front doorway to some house I can barely make out. All else is dark save for the light he’s standing in so the feeling that surrounds me is quite ominous. I honestly want to run, I don’t even know where I’ll run, but going into this man’s house doesn’t feel like such a good idea at the moment. I stand there looking at his shadowed figure a bit longer; I weigh my options only to find that I really don’t have many options here. I have no choice but to go in if I don’t want to spend the night wandering around in the scary darkness.
I take one step towards him but then I stop. Is this really a good idea? Maybe not but I’m out of ideas here so I take another step, and another, and another until eventually I’m stepping in through the front door.
At first the light that greets me is too bright for my eyes so I’m forced to shield them with my arm. I listen as I momentarily adjust myself to the brightness and my heart speeds up at the sound of pure nothingness ringing in my ears. The air is stale in what appears to be a living room area – this indicated by what appears to be shabby and aged sofas to my right and wall paper that is just about to roll down the wall.
If my heart was audible before, it sure as hell is as I turn to see him closing the door we entered through and locking it.
I gulp down the flood of in my mouth and the sound is so loud that he looks at me and laughs wickedly. He easily reads the fear in my expression.
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