Demon eyes, rabbits and whiskey – 150 words in the style of Poe.
As I ponder where I should begin Propped up by whiskey, or is it gin I considered all [...]
The way I sound
It started when I was small. As happens. My dad gave me music. He listened to swing band, [...]
Stepping stones
Since I was little, I wanted to be a writer. I would pretend that I had written the [...]