HeavonEarth
Chiaroscuro
The old man’s eyes stared vacant. Crow’s feet cut deep into the corners and the brilliant blue of their youth was faded with a hint of...
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100 Wonders
1000 Wonders: Flash Fiction
Each day I would write one short story, each only one page long. I did not know it then, but this was already a genre called Flash Fiction. I invite you to explore these stories. Yes, they are short. I can only recommend that you think of this compilation like an art gallery - a large vaulted space with blacked out light. As you negotiate your way through the darkness, you will find pane-less windows staring out at other worlds, their light subdued or piercing, depending on what lies beyond. Enter here...
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