Muffled screams and sounds of struggle. The pillow was pressed against her face. His whole body weight on her. She struggled until the very end.Once
Tag: friendship
“Look at me” [short story]
“Oh no! No! Look at me… Just look at me! Don’t look at anything else, look at ME!” – Desperately, in my head, I begged
“Soft Thunder Radio” (short story)
It’s been raining cats and dogs. The hard droplets were making cars beep and weep in protest, as they were bombarded with plenty of great
“Entry 43”
Original Story: “Entry 43”
Thee Gentlemen
Original Fiction Rating G
Poets Mind
The bits and bobs of thought and wonder… The love and snail pace of a trip Along the road of endless ponder Whilst gripping tight
