http://slow.writerscafe.org/wotmate The original writings of author wotmate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021668 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She shot her head up, seemingly to be gasping for air. She grunted as she felt sore at the back of her head. Slowly, she scanned her surroundings and unfamiliarity hit her. "Where am I..." she muttered shakily under her breath. She was in a room. There were no furnitures, there were no windows, ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wotmate/1896561/