Love is when a foul egg scent emits from your body either in quiet stealth mode or explosively loud and this is typically followed by either people denying there is anything wrong as they continue to make casual conversation; or if they are family or close friends, there will be an acknowledgement of what just happened with groans and snort-filled laughter.
But no one really cares, because we all do it, and you’re loved anyway.
In the last three years, I've been published in several literary journals and self-published several short stories. From 2016-2017, I created and completed my first blog titled, Pushing Boundaries. A few weeks after completing Pushing Boundaries and suffering from post-blog letdown, I created this 2nd writing endeavour titled, Tortuous Tales.
Welcome to Tortuous Tales. This is the blog of stories. Any stories.
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