Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.
Happy Halloween and a Blessed Samhain. Enjoy this retelling. it’s quite a crooked story…
Some more flash fiction office horror~
Show Some Heart, Will Ya?
Season 1, Ep 6
My first self published Amazon “book” is out!! I feel proud for taking this step, though it may seem small to others, i’m really looking forward to being able to self publish my novellas and hopefully a few novels in the works. Purchases of this novelette will help support me as an author on my […]
She Always Sat Alone