The parade is over. Pride month has ended. Does this mean the world will stop acknowledging me for the next 11 months? That’s kind of the way I like it.
By Frederic Lee4 years ago in Poets
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Curiously, little Billy wandered toward the glowing pane, but he didn’t get far before his mother called him back.
By Frederic Lee4 years ago in Fiction
