Collab Challenge #2- Jalapenos From The Future
I laugh at myself, apparently, the older me has regained a sense of humour that I seem to…
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I laugh at myself, apparently, the older me has regained a sense of humour that I seem to…
Calmly, Claire closed the cover. Chapter-after-chapter of choice violence haunted her without a scar.
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. I suddenly shocked myself…
1.The brick forest was crumbling before their very eyes... 2.Tennessee told Terry to totally tear the thing...
There we were; I didn’t know what to make. I was at arm's length and so were you.…
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. And as the alarming…
Hello fellow writers!! I need your help for an on going project that I'd like to run from…
My life has become an algorithm. A predictable spreadsheet of formulaic transactions that signify nothing. I code and…
1.The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. 2.You don’t fool me.…
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud…
The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog…
When we live in a world where satellites can find us with pinpoint accuracy; why do we feel…
But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star.…
With clumsy club foot David crept the creaking corridors, circling the spiralling stairs.
Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on…
Mixed emotions flank the end of an illustrious career. Hard toil giving way to empty days. The rush…
Feeling the funk emanate we shuffled and boogied. Like zombies of the nights on Broadway- arms thrusting moving…
It had been a hard day’s night and John, Paul, George, and Ringo had all been working like…
Outside pack rear. Favourite place. Whistle blows. Black jammer takes lead. Double pip, the pack moves on.
Brexit. It seemed like the end of the world as we knew it.
Her footsteps crunching through crisp autumn leaves beat in time to the thud of her heart and the…
Three thirty, on the dot. He sits. No paper. No dog. No pipe. He just sits.
