Panthers behind the Sofa
When I sort through my oldest memories There’s a figure prominently featured He’s wearing a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans Lying on the living room floor on a Sunday […]
When I sort through my oldest memories There’s a figure prominently featured He’s wearing a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans Lying on the living room floor on a Sunday […]
The Prelude to First Blood Why didn’t I just turn on the lights? When I was a child, my father might send me to the basement. Perhaps to retrieve an […]
To read the uncensored version, click here. You must request a password from the author. Scene 3: A Man’s Home is His Castle D: I don’t know what happened. How did […]