My Words, My World
‘So, who do you write like?’
‘Bukowski? You write like Bukowski? Ha!’
‘No, I drink like Bukowski.’
‘That’s why I’m here. So who do you write like?’ 447 more words
4 days, 5 hours ago
The Wonky Pen
In the year of Our Lord 1985
“I keep seeing them, down at the beach. They’re just there, staring into the ocean like they’re looking for something. 769 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
The line was dead.
Jordan stared at her screen in disbelief. The growl returned somewhere above, but now Jordan could hear heavy footsteps accompanying it. 1,006 more words
1 month ago
It was seventeen ten on the coldest All Hallows’ Eve and the book presentation event Jordan had come to see and write about was set to begin at seventeen thirty. 1,242 more words
Where…where’s the dawn?
I’m not afraid. But why am I alone?
They’ve tied me to the bed again. A bed of steel in the crops, with no room, with no walls. 235 more words
3 months ago
The jump flung Frederick hard on his back. He laid on the wet ground and listened to a cacophony of sounds. When they settled and he could identify each noise for what it actually was, Frederick stumbled to his feet. 828 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
Through the heart of a South African Jungle runs a mighty river, the likes of which you and I can hardly imagine.
Two million fresh gallons of rainwater fell down from heaven and across the land, just the day before. 500 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago