I died on the 17th of April 2018, and it was all my fault. It was 1:43 AM. I was drunk as hell and stepping on the gas pedal like a maniac. Though the sharp bend road sign flashed at me, I didn't see it. The road looked perfectly straight to me, I was so certain... Continue Reading →
Jerusalem 38 A.D. Demas drummed stubby fingers on the polished table surface and flatly stared at the distraught woman seated in front of him. She reminded him of a mouse—small features, sharp dirty face, and piss poor. "I do not know what to do. He hasn't spoken or eaten in days. The other day—" the... Continue Reading →
...write it right 