I write fiction I've been scared to post, and poems I spam everywhere.
Lucy looked up at the sky, waiting for the man to get on with it. The man stared down at his notebook, brows furrowed. “What now?” Lucy asked, pacing, frustrated at having to be told to ask at all.
By jl wood6 months ago in Fiction
She’d come so far, but not quite enough. A lipstick tipped cigarette, flicked on it’s last puff. She hit the gas, igniting,
By jl wood6 months ago in Poets
