I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone … More
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Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4
His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson … More
Point of View?
I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling … More
