Stories by Matthew Sales
The Lighthouse Man
I raise my hand, my right eye vanishing into darkness as my left takes aim at the oncoming raft.
And fire.
Maksymillians 2
He smiled back, “And you are spoken well for a witch”.
Her face ran cold. He smiled, eyes flashed evilly. She...
The Maksymillians
Tom eyes finally locked unto mine. With my remaining strength I outstretched my hand. Hoping. Nothing. And wi...