Somehow,
I got this cough,
It’s an awful thing,
Makes me rock, Continue reading
“Now honey, please don’t stay up late.” Margaret patted her son on the shoulder and gave him a little smile. “You need to take care of yourself, okay? That’s not a small fever, so don’t push it.”
“Okay, mom. I just want to finish up this round.” Billy clicked on the screen, making game cards move. The resulting graphics assured him that his latest move was a good one.
“Okay. I just want you to feel better.”
“Don’t worry—I will,” Billy said. Continue reading
How could a body undo a disease?
Through fire,
Through pain,
Through the mindless numbness of pressure? Continue reading
This time Chuck Wendig gave us only one assignment: Write a flash fiction about disease.
It can be any disease, real or fictional. It just has to be a horror story.
Sounds right up my alley.
So here we go: