Here is a short story I wrote when I used to live on 173rd Street.
Love this. I also have lots of dead links.
the dead links, stretching forever towards the horizon, ah it's okay, we'll survive <3
I’m so grateful for your stories. They almost always catch me unawares and leave a mark inside. My breathing changes and I, uncomfortably, just sit with your characters and their lives.
Tony
well said.
Holy.
Love this. I also have lots of dead links.
the dead links, stretching forever towards the horizon, ah it's okay, we'll survive <3
I’m so grateful for your stories. They almost always catch me unawares and leave a mark inside. My breathing changes and I, uncomfortably, just sit with your characters and their lives.
Tony
well said.
Holy.