The ScabFlash FictionBy: Cormac James | April 10, 2015With perfect provocation, I still refuse to turn. Why trade my world for the one they’ve relentlessly prepared and preferred for me, hour after hour, day after day? More
Petty Blood SportFlash FictionBy: Efemia Chela | April 3, 2015He injured me is how we met. He kicked me in the shin in the line for free wine. More