Short Story Sunday: Stranger No More
“What are you? You never grow old or change. You made love to my great grandmother. She said to my … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Stranger No More
“What are you? You never grow old or change. You made love to my great grandmother. She said to my … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Stranger No More
My mother always said, “Time Travelers are the cockroaches of the space time continuum.” She should know. They love … Continue reading Cockroaches of the Space Time Continuum