The Tramp – Part Three
Dystopian Short Story The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to hurt...
Tagged: suburbs
Lonesome Suburb
I see young families growing old, See the plot-lines of their lives unfold. I am a Lonesome suburb. I see wives in four wheel drives and question the reasons for their size. I am...
