Short stories.

Just some shhhhttttttuuuuuffffffff I throw together sometimes to let my imagination run wild. Meh.

I could sense a storm coming. The heavy rain grew louder and louder, rushing against the dark curtained panes. It's way too late in the evening to be summoned here again.

He took one last long sip of his cold whisky, the ice knocked against his teeth fell back into the now empty stout glass as he stood, and placed it down to the small round glass table beside him.