A short story about unfinished sentences and the stories they hold.
I’ve stopped at the green door many times. It’s a high quality, high resolution door – unlike everything else in my Continue reading
“Hi,” you say and immediately a word document in my brain pops open and I start mentally typing up everything Continue reading
Freedom. The soft wind envelops my un-cuffed body. I feel warm and safe. The field before me is Continue reading
With bulging Eyes that were rounder than the moon, blacker than the air around it; two Rods on her Continue reading
Even then, it was considered intrepid, with its innards just hanging loose. This bike had seen many an adventurous day. Continue reading
“How long have you been waiting?” – she asked. His hat perched on his face. His body covered the bench. Continue reading
It’s nearly 6 in the morning and I know why I’m writing this to you. I don’t know if Continue reading