Microfiction: Just Passing Through

He had his hand against his cheek, and his eyes looked tired—even with the candlelight in them.

“So,” she began, and he held up his hand.

He had this odd, multi-band ring.

“No, none of that. Be more open, would you?” Continue reading

Never Had A Girlfriend

I am shaking while writing this. This may be too far, but, I almost feel like it’s my responsibility to talk about it. Art is supposed to build up people, or at least make them see something that might change them inside—and in the modern world, it is almost selfish to be a creator and not share my…issues.

So… yeah.

Told by many this is not a good idea: fuck it.

Oh God, fuck it.

I’m 22 and I’ve never had a girlfriend. Continue reading