Good
Her soul, her psyche, her intuition screamed out against her very strong mind against the very thinness of ‘good.’ Her soul, her psyche, her intuition were parts of her that knew something was missing: being bad.
Tag: #FlashFic
Flash Fiction 500 to a 1000 words in my world
Dance for Me
I’m left here to contemplate the deathlessness of this place because centuries from now, I’ll read about it.