A whisper. “Anyone there?” There was no verbal reply but the air shivered with the short breaths of many beings huddled in an enclosed space. “We need to talk.” “We can’t.” The words almost faded before they were uttered....
Sitting in a Starbucks, thinking about fear. It’s a strange thing is fear, it tugs at your sleeve constantly as a reminder that you’re talentless, imperfect, a blight that the perfect tolerate with amusement. Fear transforms those dreams that come to you...
I’m often useless at thinking up ideas, however give me a prompt and it will sometimes spark something in my brain. This is from a prompt request I made on Google+ “excavate common things in your home as if you were an archaeologist from the future”...
