The Hike
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
a haiku poem
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?
Sour pickles that make me pucker
I tried, I tried, with all my might