Standing at the chalk board midway through a word, the memory hit him.
Kenneth
Kenneth had always felt a bit different.
Mirrors and Glass By D.I. Jolly
The idea was she would stand naked, or as naked as she could stand, in front of the mirror and read the words out loud every day.
Thursday By D.I. Jolly
Boy my folks are proud of me.
A Miner Tail by D.I. Jolly
…everything was going to be just fine.
The Sleeping Llama By D.I. Jolly
Once upon a time, there was a small strange pub called The Sleeping Llama.
United State of America By D.I. Jolly
“Buckle in son, I have a lot to say, none of its nice and some of it probably doesn’t make sense.”
25 Hour Day By D.I. Jolly
If you were offered a potion that could make all your wildest dreams come true, but at the end of an hour you’d die, would you take it?
Spicy Eyes
Sometimes, normally on Thursdays, I think that if I could read minds I wouldn’t even notice.
The Floor of my Soul By D.I. Jolly
They hadn’t been having problems exactly, but things had settled down a lot from when they first met. They had their routine and it was nice, but not exciting.