“Buckle in son, I have a lot to say, none of its nice and some of it probably doesn’t make sense.”
There is beauty in the in-between.
Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide.
Just drifting through his days like a dream with only short moments of clarity…
After a morning filled with meetings and far too many cups of coffee, the only thing Bob could think about was going to the bathroom.
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”
The host was a nice, un-threatening guy who had a certain charm, but his personality came across as thin and Billy could never work out why he did what he did.
A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go.
Seven by D.I. Jolly Bethany sat alone at her desk, sipping tea and impatiently waiting for her dream to fade. It was her least favourite of the ones that reoccurred because it was both the most realistic and the one that took the longest to leave after she woke up. It had started, as far…
Jeani was cute with a slender build and curves in the right places, but above all, she was smart. The men liked her because she could engage their minds as well as their bodies and the Headmistress liked her because she knew she’d leave before getting worn out, but would always come back.