Prompt: The House At the End of the Street The house at the end of the street was an old decrepit thing. It was a tall, twisting Victorian with boarded up windows, gingerbread molding, and too many turrets. No one ventured there; the yard was overgrown and the front porch was precarious with its missing … Continue reading Line-A-Day Short Story (October)
Long fiction, short stories, endless world building. I have too many things rolling around in my imagination; perhaps if I get better at sharing, I'll get better at finishing.
