Just Another Day
I woke up, rubbing my eyes as I looked at the clock. 6 in the morning on a Saturday; too early. Despite that I climbed out of bed reluctantly. My pug, Matisse…
I'm His Konstantine
2 stories written on Ficly, 2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Probably Not For The Best
A laugh, receeding back into the darkness of night. It was long and low, creepy, as I stepped toward it. “What’re you doing?” Rochelle whispered angrily at me…