Fiction Friday – Crack House

Sometimes a lower form would come in, these kind used heroine a whole different kind of beast. The crack users thought themselves above the heroine users and two the two never mixed for long.

Outhouse – If These Walls Could Talk – 2

2 Yes, I am an humble outhouse. I was slapped together and mounted over a rather deep hole. A wide hole, I was a double seater. Toilet paper hung from sawed off broom nailed to the walls like giant dragon perches. Sure, I smelled. I still do. The smell is in my pores, deep in…… Continue reading Outhouse – If These Walls Could Talk – 2