The giant threw a table against the wall, the food for the moon festival all spoiled. Drooling, with his unruly beard and barrel waist, the massive monster roared and kept moving in our direction, spitting vulgarities along the way.
Month: December 2017
Not me, but close
The good thing about being me is there aren't photos floating around the Internet. Also the bad part, cause I keep having to describe myself to those who ask. Not the creepy ones though. I liked my hair. Easy. Didn't cover my eyes during the fights; could be grabbed at night, and tied back for … Continue reading Not me, but close
Suicidal Headache
My parents died young, I hoped that was my turn. When the first sting stroke, sharp and deep through my temple and into my soul, I knew what was coming. The ghost stingers, the venom. Piercing through the side of my skull, pouring the poison inside. The dismaying pain, the stab and squeeze, stab and … Continue reading Suicidal Headache
The Girl from Wudang 