by David W. Stoner | Mar 19, 2019 | Short Stories
There is no place to hide anymore. She stands in the emptiness of her studio, looking over her shoulder at the door and then back to the windows that overlook the dirty sidewalk below. Sunlight scratches through the streaks in the windows, cutting across the hardwood...
by David W. Stoner | Dec 13, 2018 | Blog
He smoked too many cigarettes, drank too many cups of coffee, didn’t get up enough from his desk, didn’t go outside, never exercised. He was a writer. His laugh was loud and his thoughts were private. He didn’t care if you liked him or not, he didn’t like himself....
