The wind was so strong it felt as if it could blow you away like a feather. The cold touched your skin and pierced it like knife. The silence killed the dark, miserable night. It was 5am in the small, seaside town of Los Alcazares, Spain; most were tucked up in their warm cosy beds, dreaming, without a worry. Nobody could have imagined what was happening outside or hear the frightened whispers for help. What for most people was just another early morning; for Lizzie it was a nightmare. Do you want to know more? Purchase my book for a small price and find out all about Lizzie! 5* reviews, this is a must read! tinyurl/n5w2atb
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 10:26:04 +0000
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