Nov 27, 2021 | Fiction, Short Stories |
When he was ten years old, Jeremy was walking along the main road, with his friend Benedict, out of the small town they lived in. Heading to build a den. Jeremy picked up a rubber band as they walked. Then he picked up a little pebble. Then he fashioned a catapult...
Sep 28, 2016 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
that moment our eyes met just walking down the street. there’s no emoji for it, nor an app that can deliver it to your door (traffic contingent within 30 minutes or your money back) that moment our eyes met just finding a seat on the bus. watching the mediocrity...
