Magic Man

I was holding Jimmithy’s hand with a ring on my finger. And... someone else’s. I turned to my side, and Steve Read More

Magic Man

“I’d like to lay you out,” said the brunette to the other brunette of a comparable height. She twirled her brunette locks coyly. “I meant the newspaper. I’d like to lay out the newspaper.” Read More

Magic Man

“editors” will wrap the article in highlights and comments, dissecting it under the cold glaring lights of the windowless, godless room. Read More