Why He Left

...Standing on the front porch, dressed head to toe in the finest black suit was a strikingly handsome man. On his head, he wore a tall thin top hat, and on his hands, finely tailored lamb’s skin gloves. In one hand he held a long black cane with a silver handle and in the other a small parcel...

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A Sudden and Invisible Muse

...It is weird, I will say this, that one moment I can be stuck, wallowing in my own self-loathing (which is weird for me since I’m usually pretty happy go lucky anyway) wishing to God I had an idea for a story. Then the next moment...like, literally the very next moment...it hits me and I can’t help myself. I NEED to write!...