The Price
This one was fun. After my last 500 Club entry, Nimue asked me, “Why are all your stories sad?” I said, “They aren’t all sad.” To which she replied, “Yeah. They are.” I thought for…
Run
My mind is reeling. That sickly dizzying feeling crashes over me again and I wretch, heaving. But my feet don’t stop. It hardly makes any sense to me. I don’t know what’s going on, don’t…