The sideshow acts had been run-of-the-mill. I saw a bearded lady and a man who ate glass. At the end of a line of tents sat one with no sign. The barker invited me in and I asked what I would see.
“Something that must be seen to be believed.” Continue reading Dixie
A man eating a slice of pepperoni pizza looked closely at one of the disks of pepperoni and was surprised to see that what had at first looked like a fleck of oregano was actually a very tiny man, also eating a slice of pepperoni pizza. Continue reading By the Slice
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
