Which should I take, the black or the navy? That was one of the questions I asked myself as I packed my clothes last evening.
Tag: Writing
Assault
He didn’t leave the cool confines of his apartment very often. There, he was safe. Safe from from the broiling sun of the equatorial city.
Amsterdam
“Why is the stupid door pink instead of red,” Katrina mumbled to herself. She had just rented a room in the famous red light district
The Song of the Horns
When they were children, they would lie on the bank of the river and watch the barges and boats as they passed by. It was
Obsession
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY Sighing, Rebecca finished her Coke, paid her tab, and started back up to her room in Atlanta. Patrick had
Kindred Spirits
“This doesn’t feel wrong,” Rebecca said, as she and Patrick were saying their goodbyes before going to the airport. “We’ve waited so long to be
The Write Scribe 