books, personal, throwback thursday, writing

Short Story: And Then He Woke Up

A flash of bright white light.  Heat searing through my bones.  The feeling like someone has taken a hot knife through my spine.  Darkness. I wake up, and it's like someone’s filled my head with cotton and molten lead. My body doesn’t feel like my own, like I’m thinking from outside of it, or swimming… Continue reading Short Story: And Then He Woke Up