My wife is mostly dead, I’ll give you that. She’s not totally dead though, so meet me in the middle here. In fairness, I have
Mitchell’s favorite hero is Nightcrawler. Will that be enough to help him through the hardest night of his life?
I wrote this chapter about a year and a half ago, mostly because I was very impressed with myself for coming up with that opening
A very brief “toot my own horn” post. I submitted a short story to an online magazine called “Ink and Sword”. They accepted and I’m
Flash Fiction by Michael James. A sad tale about time and burning to death in a hotel.
What if you couldn’t let go?