“Getting strangled to death was the last thing in the world she imagined she would be doing Thursday night, the day after graduating university.” –BSB
Tag Archives: writing
Haiku #58
dawn sets land ablaze warms and eases writer’s cramp puts dead words to rest
Haiku #31
without wandering selfless peril all must bear stuck inside a trap
The Magician
The day started off normal enough, I muse to myself falling heavily into the chair pulled up to my kitchen table and gripping the cold bottle of lager freshly procured from my fridge. Thinking back on the events of the day, I find myself scarcely able to accept they actually occurred. Life sure can beContinue reading “The Magician”
#60
dawn sets land ablaze warms and eases writer’s cramp puts the dead to sleep
