Handbags at dawn as two mini media types meet over the magazines

from patmac's forum prompts

Goodbye to a real hero.

We knowingly fool ourselves and say, "It's just the same shit, different day." That's just a lie, I know what's true, We're brothers in maroon and blue. We've been taught what's wrong and right,

A bizarre dream and a strange morning. Sara doesn't know it yet, but she is in for a very unusual day. The opening chapter to my first attempt at a long story.

How should I hold my face? Should I brush my hair? Wear a yellow ribbon as a noose around my neck. Should I smile just in case you see me standing there. How would that look?

Noir-style short story. Detective Orlando is happy drowning their sorrows after the death of their partner, until she walks in...

Leavıng Tetouan ınvolved the oblıgatory haggle for a sardıne seat ın a Merc.