Diary #1
There’s a thought in my brain. I know that it’s there. On occasions, it comes front and center. Through the chaos of my daily activities, during moments where I simply…
Studio Diary of a Writer
There’s a thought in my brain. I know that it’s there. On occasions, it comes front and center. Through the chaos of my daily activities, during moments where I simply…
At a quarter to midnight, Daisy knocked on her brother’s door and waited with her ear against the wood for a response. It’s been a week since she last seen…
5:56, Don pulls up into his driveway and sighs with relief. He made it on time before 6 p.m. Never did he imagine as an adult he’d have a curfew,…
I was walking home through Town Square the other night, when I stopped in my tracks. A billboard of an advertisement caught my attention and as I gaped at the…
I know this idea might sound crazy, but I believe machines will rise up against humans except for the innocent.
An assassin gets into position for work.
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