The End of the Color Wheel
Apocalyptic, though only a precursor to the real end, time had stopped, and seemingly, warped backwards, towards the beginning. A short fiction piece by Shawn Tracht
Category: Fiction
You Da Man
“This, little grasshopper,” he exclaimed, his eyes glistening with an inner enthusiasm, “is Nirvana, Heaven all wrapped into one.”
Feb 23, 2011 | 0 comments | View Post
