The child sits staring out the window while the wind growls against the glass. Frail lights glittering across the sky while the boy dreams that he could fly. A stormy noise behind the child. Pulled to bed with a scent of whiskey dreams on his forehead. Comment or tweet me your thoughts.
Stars need darkness; darkness needs stars. “Oh look at the stars,” said the boy to no one in particular. “What a beautiful night,” replied the darkness. The startled boy trips over, soon to stand as a boy no more, but a man. Read some Twitter fiction.
Here’s an experimental sphere I recently created accompanied by a short poem. She looks up and there’s a thing, Not moving or doing anything. It gleams, Or so it seems, In a night Devoid of light. Something short, something sweet, will you tweet?
In 2017 my posts have been quite sporadic, which is something I would like to change by publishing more stories here as my phone and the trusty journal are full of drafts, however, I was keeping them private. “The clock strikes 12 and they cheer the start of a new adventure.” 2018 As a new…