tell me about the rain on a cold night blinds up as it pit pit patters on the sill tell me about the rain soaking the sweater on your back that's been patched up so that it craves the needle even though it hurts tell me about the rain in your eyes running [...]
Originally published on The Stonefence Review (stonefencereviewmag.com).
Maybe you'll be angry with me. Maybe you couldn't care less. But I have barely written anything this week. Now before you go and write me off as a poser, I will say that I have gotten a whopping two thousand, four hundred and seventy two words into Project Amber. Yes I may have written [...]
This is one of the first stories that I ever wrote. It is, therefore, very special to me and I hope it makes you feel something. Jasmine. That’s what she smelt like. My nose was overpowered with the fragrance until it became the only thing I could focus on. Not that I was complaining. [...]
There I stood, stitching up the ends of the gash. It had taken a load of ice bags and a tight knot with a strip of my shirt to halt the flow of blood enough for me to see and not turn him into a human pin cushion. Common sense told me he wouldn’t really [...]