A lyric poem, in the style of Finn the Human. Hit it. Trekking through the desert, With my lorn convoy No food, no water I'm a worn-out boy, When I first came here It was just me and FT We got a little boat And sailed out to sea I dove real deep And saw lots … Continue reading Chapter 10
I stepped out onto a decrepit front porch. Wood creaked beneath my feet, and as I tasted the air around me, a shudder ran down my spine. It was stale. It even felt stiff upon my skin, like it hadn’t circulated in years. I doubled back and reached for the door I came through, but … Continue reading Chapter 9
American Fables 