Mystery
Pernicious With A Purpose
“Olawdry, are you coming to bed yet?” Mairlz called from the bedroom. Olawdry was staring at himself in the mirror pulling down the bags underneath his red eyes. “Yes, sweetie. I’m coming.” He responded tiresome. He hit the light switch, shut the door behind him, and walked over to his side of bed where he could see the moonlight outside the window.
By Devond Devoe21 days ago in Fiction
Ok fine...
“Why are you saying that? He hates you, and she hates you worse!” “But for what right? Did I ever do anything to them? What true cause did they have for hating me and for what? Breathing? Being alive? Seriously, did I ever embarrass them publicly just to be vindictive or mean, or did I just sit there still and silent? They made it into a public court record and spectacle.”
By Verna K Gunderson21 days ago in Fiction



