The Clearing He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen. Eric Jennings • writing
Pumiquat he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know Eric Jennings • writing
Kitchen Memories i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream Eric Jennings • writing
Buried Alive Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault. Eric Jennings • writing
Ariadne, Amazed i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face Eric Jennings • writing
