When it rains the slugs come out and eat all my green attempts to be skinny. They need no shells, no fear of claw, for predators hide from the sky when it rains.
Another one of my short story ideas that helped in the fruition of another story. I like to say it's of a 'grease punk' genre, whether that exists or not. It basically has to do with a modern day slave who works in large boiler rooms like the one I use to work in college, … Continue reading Some Grease Punk Idea