Drunk teens broke my sole remaining window last night. I can’t fight anymore, so I hid in the crawl space…
A Short Story For:
The auctioneer handed us a plastic wireless button each.
She gets up suddenly, even before her alarm rings, thinking, That sticky note! I made a note on that. She jumps out of bed, grabs the laptop bag…
We’ve had a few late stories added, as well as some new editors, so we are extending this project. Read on to learn more.