September
26
Badeko’s dinner – Isabelle
Badeko’s diner
The night was at it’s darkest. All people were asleep except me-badeko the dream eater. Creeping out of the forest and into the village my lichen skin scraped against the last pine tree. my tummy roared with hunger. I need to find a house. Which house will it be tonight?
You forgot a coma on the second line after skin. But great writing
Oh yes just released. Thanks for telling me.
No problem
good Lewis
Remember your commars
Keep writing. Needs some looking back on.