Fat Free Milk

And when I'm here and when I put words down again and when sometimes I think that I know what I'm going to say it gets lost right be...

Do you remember how we met? Silhouetted by the lights... You were drunk and tried to take a mental picture with your hands I was thinking...

A guitar string broke rightbeforeyoushowedup and rightafteryouleftmyhouse I about threw down more melodies more lyrics in my head soon to be...

Writing On pages 9 and 10 of his book Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut listed eight rules for writing a short sto...

*GASP!* I broke the surface. My aching lungs filled with oxygen. I started walking towards the shore. To dry land. Home.