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
Irreverence's Glittering New Low!
Musings on Physics (among other things)
Juggling writing and life
a journal of poetry, flash fiction, and art
writer and director
A Flash Fiction Writing Community
for flights of flash fiction fancy
Poems, Stories, Satire & Humor
Fiction by Stan Cornerstone
Sometimes I write things. Sometimes I wanna share.
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researching my ancestors
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