The Dink Network

Have you ever been in a situation where you just know you're going to die? Perhaps not - most piles of dead men's bones are heedless to the words of the living. Nor do they particularly have any need for living men, unless they may score new flesh, sinews: new life.
The Simpson Desert is a lonely place, though I am almost certainly accompanied by a hundred ghouls, silently stalking like hyenas awaiting the blackmanes fall.

(I've gotta go to school, so I'll finish this later. Even though I'm a critic, I still am just a newB writer, so what do you guys reckon?)
ED. actually, I can't be bothered finishing this off...