Dispatch Silence
Rory Pendleton pushed open the door of the Gongju dispatch center at dusk, snow dusting the shoulders of his jacket.
The Hollow Glimpse
Writing from Australia, usually late at night with pinot noir or dark roast coffee. My wheelhouse is Humor & Satire, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is plain and direct. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by The Hollow Glimpse
The Dock Timber Conch
Alana woke up with a dead arm and pine needles everywhere.
The Ashtray Accordion
Tia was thirty-four years old, and she was bored out of her skull, which was the only reason she said yes to any of this.