Could my luck get any worse? I'm trapped in the middle of nowhere. It's the pouring down rain, I'm left with two options. One is to hike miles either way to town and kill myself in the process. The second is to take the notorious route 95 bus route, or as known my others, the evil rust bucket from hell. I guess I should have hiked.
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About the Author
Hello everyone. My name is Samie Foster, and there’s nothing special about me. Sure, I may have bachelors in geology and am trying to make a decent living in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest, but the most important thing you need to know is I’m eccentric about writing. No matter what life throws at me, my way of relaxing is grabbing a pen and notebook, and just jotting things down. Whether I am successful or not, it’s clear I will never stop. I clearly suffer from an over active imagination and writing is my diagnosis. I have a little a little bit of everything thrown out into the wilds of the book world now. Short and long. Scary and whimsical. There should just be a little bit of something for everyone if you just look hard enough.