Fiction

The Narrator

I gotta go. Feel free to come with me; just keep reading.

You call me unsightly; I call this overlooked beauty.

I tried to see what you saw, feel what you felt.

It really is pitiful how susceptible you are.

What a wonderful life Merlin must have lived to have met so many folk in so little time.

Alexander knew that killing wasn’t going to solve anything.

I’m the worst kind of person.

sometimes you have to put yourself first

She no longer feared the bones that got stuck in the well water bucket

he sweeps up flowers and shards of ceramic