Previously..."Memories are sneak thieves. Pity the spirit that believes a single one of them." Darla remembered a withered face with kind eyes that spoke those words to her when she was in a bad way. Not so much a down-on-her-luck way...
After Johnny's wall went up, he needed a place to bury his secrets. The once sprawling, very public garden was now impenetrable after many hours of prison-building. But Johnny felt the isolation was well worth it. His mind was put to e...
Jo often walked along the tracks of an abandoned railway tunnel, its silence and dank darkness helped to put in order Jo's jumbled thoughts. One day, which had started out like so many other hazy beige days, Jo saw someone ahead of her ...
Hey Phil,
I don't care you are a forerunner on the Fake News front. Good on ya, I say. You made a few coins, picked up a loyal batch of readers, and pulled one over on those who thought they picked up a few IQ points reading your hinter...
In the time it took for the blood to soak through the yellow V-neck, Micah was able to enjoy a satisfying drag off a Camel. The thumb and forefinger of Micah's non-ciggy-holding hand caressed the slip of notebook paper tucked inside the...
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