Letting Life Lead
“Easy with that,” she says, pointing a spork at the unmarked, red bottle.
One bite. Two. Three.
A glossy brow, glassy eyes, and gaping nostrils spell a silent, smouldering secret.
“Just the way” — Gus gasps — “I like it.”
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.