A House is Not a Home
A blue Sedan, a bit past its prime but still in good working condition, turns into the complex's parking lot. With a click of a claw, the engine's roar dies. He grabs his bag and loosens his red silk tie. "Day's finally done," he announces to himself....
My Visit With Karel
It seemed a little crazy to me. I mean, I had never been out of the country before, but I figured this was as good of a reason to as any. There was a convention that I was planning to go to in London, and a good friend of mine, Karelwolf, actually...