
As I drank the cursed waters, I felt a slight tingling in my throat. I dropped to my knees, as weakness set in and my vision began going dark.
via Microfiction: Scream — The Dark Netizen
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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