I released the third of my Patreon Challenge stories a few days ago, Online Undead. You […]
From Joe's writing

She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from her fingers, shattering at her feet, broken glass scattering everywhere.

— Threads, Chapter 3