by Will Song.
The boy looked out the window, mushed in his chair. He couldn’t see anything other than the stars, which shined brilliantly, almost as if they were messages from outer space life forms. 460 more words
I celebrate every moment that I work on my short story these days. Caring for a newborn, prioritizing my marriage, and doing part time admin work from home have all proven to be the perfect reasons to not set aside 15 minutes to write. 696 more words