Something a little different, written as an exercise, now its own piece of flash fiction. Arachnophobes need not apply.
He pulled himself to his feet in stages, taking breaks to hug his knees and give himself a whispered pep talk. He’d torn his shin and warm liquid pooled in his sock. He couldn’t see the far edge of the cavern, only a few glittering rocks far below. The pounding of the waterfall was likeContinue reading “Worm – Short Story Excerpt”