Microprose Category
Hall of Mirrors (or A Mansplainer’s Just Desserts)
Posted on October 2, 2019 1 Comment
Hall of Mirrors, or a mansplainer’s just desserts
The hit
Posted on April 4, 2019 4 Comments
“They exchange secrets; two strangers on the bus.” YeahWrite #416 Microprose
Exit, Night
Posted on December 6, 2017 25 Comments
Night enters, rudely awakening fear while light peeks tentatively from other rooms. Fate reaches for the one match still housed within its book, lone survivor of smoking years. Phosphorus flowers into flame, snatching at the candle. Vanquished, darkness slinks away.
