Not for Sale
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
Poem Her hand trembled in mine watching the path through the trees. “It is dark, it is scary, you cannot go.” Her feet begged her eyes with a nervous step back to look...