Flatline The gentle swaying and dull rumble underneath Adam coaxed his eyes open from a heavy sleep. “Ticket please”.
By Kate Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It burned warmly and patiently, waiting. It silently beckoned passersby into the cabin, a single, comforting light in the darkness.
By Kate Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
