The wee of the night along the lonely jetties of the southern shore unfolds the moon in its translucent dim with the clammy mist setting the tone for introspective soliloquies.
Month: December 2020
Prose: Seamans Romp
The sky was dimming to a close as the slither of curtains; revealing the moon with a spiteful grin. The […]
THE MANUSCRIPT (SHORT STORY)
“I was going to write again, yes, but this time, I didn’t care whether I was chosen or not. I didn’t care what they would think of what I was going to write; to hell with them.”