The Apartment“The Apartment”The Apartment
I have not left my apartment for three days. I have no more time left to waste now. My novel is already four weeks past its deadline; my agent is getting angry with me. But I can’t for the life of me find the next sentence, or where I must take Ambrose, Johnson, Richards and Carey. A spelunking adventure for lost gold has gone awry. The mine shaft has collapsed on them. They’ve begun to dig their way out. Soon they will meet tragedy and I hope for God’s sake and my own they make it out of there alive. Johnson is dying from internal bleeding, Carey will be driven mad. Ambrose is leading the way for the four friends
One BreathI had a dream once; it was like most other dreams like in the same way that sisters are similar or that red is like yellow, which is not at all but like a dream that lives the life of a spark born, glowing brightly, fading, gone, until only loose, see-through memories live on and beyond.One Breath
In my dream I was far, far away from here, over the hills and the oceans and the grassy horizons, maybe I took an airplane or a train, but I had a reason to go there, I know for sure because in all my dreams there is something, or someone waiting for me over those hills, those oceans. &n
Behold, The Zoph
New Story!
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And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
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