As I promised yesterday, I know deliver you two stories of a hundred words, more or less. They're not all that great. The first one attempts to be gothic in tone while describing horror that is not supernatural in origin. The second is how our digital self lives on through social networking. It was inspired by the wake I attended, as the dead fellow has a Facebook profile. Artillery It is slightly below freezing, but the pre-dawn sky is full of fire, flaring up from the ridge as our guns... read more
