Where the Gutter Flowers Wilt, pt.2 by Kyle Summerall
I ask him what he likes to do. He tells me that he likes to kayak with his dad. HeContinue Reading
I ask him what he likes to do. He tells me that he likes to kayak with his dad. HeContinue Reading
“What did you want again?” Ceri half-shouted down the phone. She was queuing in a cramped café in the bustlingContinue Reading
Cut up, was the body was on the sofa. Where it had been left. Its leg was bent at theContinue Reading
Summer rain blankets the windshield, turning the parking lot into a canvas of mottled lights. I could never paint somethingContinue Reading
Huddled in the bathroom with the door firmly locked and checked four times, was Aaron. He had to find someContinue Reading
Looking at the screen, she found herself wondering about many different things. And none of them were related to herContinue Reading
Hands shaking, tears spilling—the phone fell to the floor with a crash. Everything had just collapsed, ended, right before herContinue Reading
A story told through the voices of various characters is a sure-fire way to capture different plots and different personalitiesContinue Reading








