Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Fiction He smiled. She smiled harder. She pointed at her throat making a sign that she had lost her voice. The Brewer nodded in understanding. ‘It’s poetic not having to talk to...
Serial Fiction Me. The Narrator. I am just a humble old bottle of scotch with a few abstract ideas. I grew to desire to have thick shadow, like men. Not the transparent light...
Serial Fiction Note from the narrator: I hope you understand my pencil. For it has been speeding on the pages ahead of my mind. Full of the wind. Empty of reality. Dreaming of...
