I.W.R. MillerGuess I’m Not That Good of a Guy After All“…I limped back into town as the sun was setting; I was thickly coated in dust and sweat, and about ready to collapse from thirst, but the…Nov 3, 2016Nov 3, 2016
I.W.R. MillerThe Skype Call: A Short StoryLaurence St. Wandrille, a travel writer, sat in front of a cafe in Cluj, a mid-sized Romanian city and the unofficial capital of…Aug 27, 2016Aug 27, 2016
I.W.R. MillerThe man with the thin mustache and the thinner comb-over pulled over his car and turned off the…“It can’t be,” thought the man, “I cut his goddamn head off! Furthermore, this morning I ate his brains for breakfast!” He listened…Aug 17, 2015Aug 17, 2015