Prisoners of War - Chapter 15

Mike groaned looking up at the clock. He had to squint to try and adjust his focus to be able to see it, and moaned again seeing it was past noon. He rubbed his head and sat up against his bed, knocking against a small bottle of rum that lay on his chest. He moaned again rubbing his head, and began to cry. *** *** *** "Chris." Stacie rubbed the back of my head; my sweaty forehead leaned …showed first 75 words of 2865 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2865 total…can't get on, you won't be bored at all." Anthony's face was filled with excitement as his thoughts flowed. "What was it like?" He asked. Mark just sat back against the uncomfortable seat of the bus. "Indescribable. Like soloing the planes of hate." Anthony just smiled, hitting the buzzer to get off at the next stop. ***NOTE: Everquest is trademark of Sony. I did not create it or claim to create it. Please don't sue!***