Jen

Short Fiction

Wall

Muscles tensed. Eyes slitted and glaring, although with hatred or fear it is difficult to know. Spittle flying along with invectives.
I am a wall. I am a wall. I am a wall.
I am not a... [+]


Qualified Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Short Story
Poetry

Gone

No more fight remains
Hand now slack in mine. More time,
Until there is none


Qualified Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Poetry