“Why does it have to be a dark and stormy night?”
“Atmosphere, son. This is a horror story, after all.”
“What happens if we turn off the storm generator?”
“We did. Once.”
“And?”
“We ended up living in a romance novel.”
“Oh god…”
“There are horrors no man should experience.”
"Mama always said "Life was like a box of chocolates..."
The trifles, baubles, and bric-a-brac that strike our fancy
Trying to Improve Silence by Sentences
Written words from a (not so) witty wordsmith.
Where a Passion for Prose and a Voracious Love of Verbiage place you in Great Company.
Imagining books and music in quirky and creative ways
Weird Fiction, Cosmic horror, and the Cthulhu Mythos
Sorry Not Sorry
A Writer's Journey
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
a 100-word story every day
ROBERT LAMBERT JONES III
