Fast Fiction On-the-Go
The jungle has its own life: dark and steamy, wet and clammy. It clings to me like a haunting, primal image that I will remember for years to come in the warm, dry and safe comfort of my home. My home that is far, far away. If I survive the jungle.[…]
Read moreTime shifts. And time shifts again. Reality snaps back like nothing changed at all. Almost nothing. Overhead cars flow like shooting stars with the neon night, dark and crisp around me. I am cold, but it is not the night air that makes me shiver. I am standing on an[…]
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