In a room, there is a table with two chairs made of oak. It’s tattered by time and use, hidden … More
Tag: Fiction
The Lunch Hour
Clock strikes 12 and we couldn’t wait to leave. Its myself, Mark, and wild man Steve.The stress of work was … More
FICTION TIME 7/14/2017
It all started six months ago after I heard her sing in my hometown that one Friday night. My life … More
FICTION TIME
All actions have consequences. Even the hard work of a soldier. The one that trades his homeland paradise for blistering … More
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