Bus Eyes
I ride the bus.
Without a fuss.
Pay your fare.
If… you… dare.
I ride the bus.
Without a fuss.
Pay your fare.
If… you… dare.
Some moments stay with you forever. Some shrimp, thankfully, do not.
Zero Draft begins here.
King Arthur’s sword seeks its next great hero. Will Margaret O’Shanahan be the one?
The Sword in the Store is the first story in Volume One—and the first Zero Draft I ever made. Watch the story, read the original text, and stick around afterward for a little about how this whole strange project started.

Blood smeared the uneaten half of Boyd Baker’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the last food packed for his journey. He sat on the edge of the cliff bundled tightly against the numbing wind. His lantern lit a small circle around him, but darkness stretched beyond the light a million miles in every direction.
His lantern flickered. Soon, its light would go out, and the darkness would swallow him for the last time.
"Is becoming limitless worth it, Boyd?" asked the voice in his head. "Turn back now. Maybe you will still live."
Want to read more? My full short story Boyd the Who? is published on ShortFictionBreak.com. Vote for it by September 6 for the Readers' Choice award!

The wind curved around the buildings. “Why does it always have to be chilly?” mumbled Edna to herself. The woman standing next to her glanced over and then looked away. “I said why does it always have to be chilly,” said Edna louder. The…

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