Look Up - Part 2
The smog itself glowed silver, as the moonlight of a full moon bounced off it.
The smog itself glowed silver, as the moonlight of a full moon bounced off it.
Humans have always had a complicated relationship with the night.
A short piece about a breakup
This is me practising tying in literary allusions like Lady Macbeth, Medusa and the Sirens. It's about unrequited love.
Have you ever had a first look with someone and fell in love?
Happy pre-halloween! (sorry I had to resolve it this way...)
Arfid’s eyelids were heavy, like he’d slept well. He opened them to golden sunlight slanting in through lace curtains. He blinked. Where was he?
Just a glimpse between strangers at the stop light....
what if you didnt know about time?
wrote after a long time
In a time not unlike today, there lived a man. The details of this man lack importance to this short story, so they will likely not be discussed.
Some battles leave no scars for the world to see. A psychological horror piece about invisible suffering and the fights we have at night.
a cool kinda creepy story
I write everything and anything - short stories, poetry, travel stories for my Travel Blog - The Nomad Architect - http://www.thenomadarchitect.com/
Jeff likes the rain and Halloween and all things eerie and creepy. 🖤🕷️🔪