A good day to die
Tumbleweed — like me, he thought, we both keep moving. He should have been in town by now. Alejandro took another sip from his almost empty water-bottle. Two days since […]
Tumbleweed — like me, he thought, we both keep moving. He should have been in town by now. Alejandro took another sip from his almost empty water-bottle. Two days since […]
I couldn’t fit a story in my sequel to last week’s picture, but here I think I could get it to work for my dysfunctional. This is the closest I […]
This the fourth installment in “Monday finish the story” by Barbara W Beacham. The previous installments are here: Part1, Part2, Part3 They finally made their escape; Maria glanced at her […]
As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses filled with blood. Cheering for their cluster bombs and Tomahawks, for drones and […]
Mrs. Potter was born with problematic teeth, and she was a terrible patient, but on a small island one couldn’t be picky. Steven knew that she had paid for his […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff