Letting Life Lead
“Price? Your tongue. Much I could do with it.” He licked his lips.
“Rupahu, Deceiver! Interfere and your claim is forfeit. You will return it — unsullied,” Ariel demanded.
“That’s me. Done! Now, clever one, that pretty tongue. Pity — you didn’t bargain for painless.”
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Chronicles of a White Trash Hoe's Attempt to Climb the Social Ladder
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.