I'm buried up to my neck in horsewords.

She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.

Just your average reader and occasional writer. I like exploring 'want of a nail' type scenarios and fallen heroes. For some reason people seem to like my stories. Strange.

“If the youth are not initiated into the tribe, they will burn down the village, just to feel its warmth.” — African proverb