Somewhere in the back of my mind, there is always a timer ticking down. Often there’s several, all clicking away in an eerie harmony that keeps me awake some nights.
I don't usually post full-length stories just in case I want to submit any of them to magazines that don't take simultaneous submissions. But I'm not planning on sending this delightful, dark romp to anywhere.
Here, have a short essay about Hamlet I'm moderately proud of. Seems quite pointless to have them just sitting around on my hard drive.