First||Previous Part Twenty-Four “So, what, you’re just going to come home whenever you want? Fuck, girl, you need a shower!“ Tasha, clearly, is not too happy to see me. It’s a good sign that the police

First||Previous Part Twenty-Three I groan, sitting up, rubbing my head, trying to steady my breathing. There are people across the street, in the diner, watching the events unfold. A few have already taken

First||Previous Part Twenty-Two I’m sitting at a diner booth somewhere in Beckettsville. Shan got us here, I was mostly putting one foot in front of the other. A car might’ve been involved. Probably,

First||Previous Part Twenty-One “Thank you, Shan.” I take his offered hand, as he’d rose to his feet. They’re a snug fit, but comfortable, and hold up to a double pirouette while still keeping traction.

First||Previous Part Twenty The world goes dark. Inky. I don’t feel the water. Fuck, fuck, what’s happening… I hear Shan behind me, roaring, sinking. I… run? I’m on water, how am I running toward him?

Happy Friday folks! Thanks to the immense response to last week's #FreeFictionFriday, here's another of my previously-published short stories. If you like this, check out last week's entry! You can also

Welcome back y'all! I'm @beowulfoflegend - better known as ultra-small-time author David M. DeMar - and thanks to the great response on the first short story I shared this week I've decided to kickoff