I am
In my room. Bored, staring down my phone, reminding myself that I am not allowed to text you because you don’t…
As a celebration of Thanksgiving, please enjoy a flash fiction compilation written by…
There’s a looseness I can play in language,Like puddles of perfect syllables, allCurling, churning in…
Sam Summers was dead.
His body was found the morning of October 4th, washed up on the shores of Castle Beach and…
BANG! BANG! BANG! “Who’d be knocking at 3 in the morning on a weekday?” I thought to myself as I…
the world has settled downa fever burning redbut with no soundso i step out onto its placesjust to get lost in a sea of faces…