As I was walking through the woods one day, I looked around to find I had strayed from the path. The day was bright and clear and I sat down on a mossy old stone to think. I enjoyed the sunshine and the cool breeze that played on my skin, soaking in the day. The trees rustled in the wind and as I listened, I started to hear a small sobbing. I looked around for the source but was unable to find it.
Category: Short Story
Misc. Short Stories
Everyone’s Gotta Eat
A retired thief is persuaded to join one last heist after something important is taken from a member of her old gang.
The first time I saw her I had just left a party. It was the middle of the fucking night, and she just stood there on the opposite corner, one dark shadow amongst other shadows. I wouldn't have noticed her but for the fuck-off huge raven or crow or whatever that swooped over my head …