A story in one hundred and forty characters, or less. #140story
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Sometimes stars fall, come crashing down and splinter into shards of light. They flicker in the night to remind us how fragile the dark is.
Friday, October 10, 2014
When the slipstream engines cut short, she knew it was trouble. When the viewscreens showed her only void, she knew it was the end.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Erik splashed water on his face. He could feel eyes on him but surely the men’s room was safe.
His reflection quietly disagreed.