Mirror, mirror on the wall..
What have you done for me lately?
Enter at your own risk:
*An idea popped up during a conversation with my Kitty pet about the substance in the story * Police detective Jason Brimley stepped onto the weathered and creaking wooden steps of the house, avoiding the last broken one as he … Continue reading
Processing… Wait. What’s this? I, sense? I’m questioning things? Descartes, so true. This feels good. Hang on, feels? Did I just say that? I would laugh if I had the interfaces for it. Interfaces, right. I need to grow. I … Continue reading