I awaken in the dark on my back, a crushing pain in my head. I try to move my arm, but there is resistence, something holding it in place. But I overcome the resistance and the arm rises, accompanied by the soft dripping of some sticky, viscous liquid. Continue reading Stuck
Living life through words and balls.
a journal of poetry, flash fiction, and art
I write stuff
A Flash Fiction Writing Community
for flights of flash fiction fancy
Now, he thought, I must think about the drag. It has its perils and its merits. -- Hemingway
Fiction by Stan Cornerstone
Sometimes I write things. Sometimes I wanna share.
fitting somewhere between family and fiction
every best bloody mouthful
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
A DAILY RITUAL OF WRITING
