April 5th, 2012 by Eric TwaGerald plucked two pieces of toast from the toaster, buttered both, and spread two dabs of peanut butter across them. [...]
An Existential Crisis in the Toy Room by Dave ClineThe room smelled of granite dust and pigeon shit, that and the subtle scent of rotten eggs. “Brimstone,” said the old man [...]
Decline And Fall Of A Man In His Prime by Hilary AyshfordNinety-seven. That's the number of times he's apologised to people for the things he's done. He wrote them all down, counted them. [...]
A Little Girl's Guide To Dying by Miriam DieckmannThey told me dying would be just like falling asleep; they lied. I’m not tired. My entire body aches [...]