“Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight” That angelic song, like Mother’s milk, filtering through rock and dirt, summoning me from the down below. I want to drink it like nectar. “Bright angels beside my darling abide” The... by Ryan McFadden | Jun 10, 2015 | Short Shorts, Writing
Please God, let me die. Samuel Wood couldn’t mouth the words — too weak and drugged to move. On a good day, he might’ve had the strength to at least move his head. He heard the steady drip-drip of the morphine. Most days, he waited endlessly for... by Ryan McFadden | Jun 8, 2009 | Short Shorts, Writing
