PostsCommentsPayoutsangelarossi (38)in Freewriters • 3 days agoBlind SpotThe wet asphalt swallows the car’s headlights as the broken line on the highway repeats like a racing heartbeat. It’s 3:12. My eyes burn with exhaustion, but the stale music on the radio is the only thingangelarossi (38)in Literatos • 2 days agoLa forma del sesgoIt’s 3:40 in the morning. Screen number four in Ward C flickers with a shower of gray snow before settling down. There’s nothing out of the ordinary in the frame: the isolated room, the bed bolted to theangelarossi (38)in Spooky Zone • 2 days agoThe wood creaksThe firewood in the fireplace crackles with a blue spark as outside the wind whips through the tops of the pine trees. I’m alone in the cabin. I brought three books, enough coffee, and the false hope thatangelarossi (38)in Freewriters • 15 hours agoRE: Blind SpotHola. Muchas gracias, je.angelarossi (38)in Spooky Zone • 15 hours agoRE: The wood creaks¡Hola! Muchas gracias, y gracias también por tus recomendaciones, las voy a tener en cuenta. Te mando un saludo grande.angelarossi (38)in Literatos • 16 hours agoRE: La forma del sesgoHola Muchas gracias,me alegro que le gusten mis historias. Y gracias también, por su recomendación...la tendré en cuenta. Saludos.angelarossi (38)in Freewriters • 18 hours agoThe House Never ForgetsLas paredes sangran: algo atrapado intenta salir