Monty There was a storm brewing outside. A cliché I know, but there really was a storm brewing, no other word for it. And even though I didn’t want to look, I was transfixed. A crack of thunder made me jump, and for a moment, I thought I saw the outline of a man in […]… Continue reading Short story: The One Left Behind — Milly Schmidt
A Montel Murder Part 1 The small, cream colored phone rang on the side table sitting to the left of my bed. Although it was nearly past one in the morning I had been eagerly expecting the call and grasped the receiver rather hastily, nearly dropping it in my hurry. Putting the phone to my… Continue reading A Montel Murder: A Murder Mystery Part 1
https://inkbiotic.com/2018/01/23/short-story-running-with-spiders/ Every day is a weary lie. I can barely force my face into a convincing smile, but no one notices, too caught up in their own worlds. I wear shoes, but they’re a lie, my feet don’t want to wear shoes, they don’t want to be confined to feebly gripping, clumsy slabs with laces;… Continue reading Short story: Running with Spiders — inkbiotic
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