Flash Fiction

Fiction

Needs

and she’s lighting up again and now I’ve lost track of how many cigarettes she’s smoked although, really, I wasn’t even counting to begin wi...

The Singer

The singer had a skinhead and wore all black. A faded plain t-shirt, Levi 501s, a leather belt, military boots, and leather gloves. His rece...

Poetry

The Endeavor

I’ve often wondered what makes life worth living It might have a tendency to change. Like waves Lake Michigan is more accurate than any ho...

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