Claw Marks
Short Story You always remember the first time you did something. Even years later. It’ll be something small, meaningless-but then you’ll go back for a split second to the exact moment whatever it...
Tagged: introspective fiction
The Glass Room and the Mirror
Short Story Tom was killed a year and three days ago. We didn’t do anything for the anniversary, at least I didn’t. His family probably did. We were at a party and he...
