Where They Belong

By Winston. S. In the dirt we decay, but some, yet alive, decay long before.    Mister Sable was no kinder to the poor than he was to a horsefly. His usual quarters interrupted for addition, he cursed the untimely builders for their delay. Mr. Sable then resolved himself to stay another night in lodge. Being … Continue reading Where They Belong



     Either empty nor conclusions replace, Of such hallow, empty blank space. Conceived by those of creation in this place, Those who follow shall surely have to face. A new short tale to befuddle your sight, something seen on Shinyparagraphs tonight. Whether you belong here nor there, or find your delight without a care. … Continue reading Update

Erase me, Yesterday.

  ☆   Erase me yesterday.             ★   By Winston Steadman     Do you know that feeling you get when you realize you've forgotten something? That unending sensation that something important has slipped your mind and no amount of backtracking or pondering can bring it back. I have had this occurrence more than a couple of times. So … Continue reading Erase me, Yesterday.