Untitled Work of FriendsA Story by V.S.L.Let's write a story together. I'll start it, give it a premise. Leave the next part in the reviews.
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It was all she could do to keep running. Rose was tired of running, of being scared. Who were these guys? What did they want from her? Why did they kill Mark? She had been asking herself these questions every day for the past six months, and still she had no answers. She only knew that if she stopped running they were going to kill her. Or worse...
She needed to stop for the night. She was dirty, tired and hungry. She could barely keep her eyes open any longer. She didn't even know why these people were chasing her. She didn't do anything. She didn't do anything to provoke these people, and yet, they were still chasing her. She saw the neon of a motel sign in the distance. She drove the last five miles to a run down motel called The Moosehead Inn. Rose didn't even know where she was, she just drove every day without seeing. All she knew was that she was not going back to New York City. Yes it was a large city but she couldn't afford being seen there by the wrong people. She was pretty sure she was headed towards Washington State but wasn't sure she was even headed in the right direction.
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