Nate Rowell
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Alone and on Rails
I am dead. Else, this is a dream from which I am unable to escape. Waking from a dreamless sleep I took a moment to stare at the ceiling, loathe to start another day. I first noticed the scrolling, a colorful rendition of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel adorned the ceiling of my small room. The fragrance of strong coffee brought my mind into focus. Where was I?
By Nate Rowell4 years ago in Fiction
An Autumn Tale
An Autumn Tale The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window… The crunch from the fallen pine needles seemed to echo through the bare trees as the grizzled old park ranger led them out of the forest. “This is all your fault,” Liam whispered to his older brother. “I should never have let you drag me out here.”
By Nate Rowell4 years ago in Fiction
