They would roll by, teetering on the edge of antagonizing... A fiction short story, about Atayo, and a dream.
A short story about a young man, Atayo sits by the water. Sipping on something bitter, brewing on thoughts of life. What he wants and hopes for, a life, one that is different.
So I may pass the things I feel important, in story. To my daughter. If, tomorrow, I am no longer here to do so. Writer of Age
I have some stories. Many of them free, some less so, affordable, hundred copper pennies and you got one. Or three packs of gum and that's a trade. The thing is. They need reviews. I need reviews, peer, professional, recreational, I want to know how they have come together. These novellas I've crafted, eeked through … Continue reading This, Is What I’ve…
A Tale of Ambiguity.