I have never thought of myself as a killer. Blood made me queasy, and I even failed college biology because I wouldn’t dissect the frog for the assignment. I clearly remember running from the lab to go empty my guts. I didn’t make it to the bathroom or trashcan in time. Not only that, but… Continue reading A Short Story: He Had It Coming
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That Gleeful Smile
Photo by nappy on Pexels.com A Short Story by Jona Nightingale If I had to pick a moment when I knew I was an influential person, it would be my fourth birthday. It’s never the idea of what happened that did me in, but the smile on my mother’s face as they dragged her away… Continue reading That Gleeful Smile
Jona Nightingale 