INSPIRATION by Michael Walters

Ian knew being creative meant a lot of perspiration Not that his muse always appreciated it She was as fickle as they came Pouting when he offered her the wrong sacrifices It made it difficult for him to get his novel done Reaching for the brandy, he poured a healthy fifth and pounded it back…

You Laid Eggs Under my Eyelids? by Bogdan Dragos

the pains in his lower back were killing him “Fuck,” he said, “that’s what I get for not investing into a decent chair.” He reached into his pack and took out another cigarette. “But I gotta smoke to stay alive. What a shitty life.” He typed for another 36 minutes and then his friend, the…