Checkers chased after the frisbee his Master had just thrown. He caught and returned it to his Master who threw it again. Checkers caught it and held… Read more “The Dogfight”
Tag: prose
The Carer
“Simon, I’m going to quit on Friday.” Nick said, running a hand through his wavy hair. “Bro, it’s your third day. You’re going to quit after only… Read more “The Carer”
Fast Car
Bright lights blurred past the car speeding along the country road. Bill Marshall had one arm wrapped around Lizzie’s shoulders. The wind sprinting through his hair and… Read more “Fast Car”
James Linton Writing 