A teaser from my upcoming pro-wrestling themed short story “Hells Go to Hell” The roar of […]

Emily Spencer was in a bad mood. She lay on her little bed in the tiny room that barely had space for all her stuff, fuming. It was bad enough that her brother had the big bedroom, had a driver’s license, got all the attention, and was practically richer than Donald Trump – she could deal with that. What she couldn’t stand was him breaking promises.

— Threads, Chapter 2