Receiving a degree – Friday FIctioneers
Dave had looked forward to his final day. To leave this hellhole and the revolting people calling themselves friends. To walk out through the door as a free man, diploma […]
Dave had looked forward to his final day. To leave this hellhole and the revolting people calling themselves friends. To walk out through the door as a free man, diploma […]
Sorry for being late to Trifextra, but the possibility to write 3 sentence fiction is too tempting not to accept, and many apologizes for not returning any visits last week. […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
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