Creative
Empty Empire
He looked down at the vast valley below him, at the tops of the trees that were smudged grey and purple in the fading light.
Morning
Her message box is empty. She stares at the blinking cursor for a long time. Then she types: Poem for a Boy I Don’t Know.
No Toilet Paper for Dirty Men
There was a ‘toilet etiquette’ poster on the stall door, below the hook where he’d hung his holster and pistol. He would have used the poster, if it wasn’t covered in various colours of bubblegum.