November 2009
13 posts
I think I should be the one who carries the knife
But no one wants to trust me...
Haunted River
I’m sorry, but don’t I know you from somewhere
Aren’t you that pretty little sweet little girl who used to dance
At Mrs. Arlington’s parties, you’d glide into the room
Like some wingless angel on vacation from the moon
And you would take us from there and you would bring us to where
We’d feel like angels too
But it can’t be you
Cause didn’t I...
Show me a man who knows not his weakness and I’ll show you a weak man
– L.P. Forneaux III
SIREN • by Joseph Helmreich | Every Day Fiction... →
An eency weency bit of “flash” fiction
First Post
I’ve finally taken the plunge. Tumblr. Here goes nothing.