The room was dark. I had a mattress, with yellowed covers- covers that were originally white and clean. I had a row of deodorant bottles on a rotting wooden shelf and I had a cheap, cuboid TV with a long antenna that didn’t really work, a closet and a record player with half a dozen […]Read more "Microfiction: Rotary screams"
There are dreamers with dreams so big that in this world we shrug them off as meaningless nobody’s simply fleeing from their primitive minds, they suffer the same way as most modern artists do nowadays. Since we view artists as painters not understanding that artists can be writers of prose. Now once we get that […]Read more "Silver screen dreams"