Mr. Rothman W
Bio
Just a goofy guy who writes horror.
Stories (3/0)
Noble Rot
‘It’s our first date at Main Street Park, and he brought a fancy bottle of merlot. I should be ecstatic, but he doesn’t look half as good in person. It’s one thing that he’s twice my age; it’s a whole other thing that it shows. At least his beard and sunglasses are nice. Most importantly, he’s not from around here. …You’ll put up with anything for an unfamiliar face, Kyle. You—'
By Mr. Rothman W3 years ago in Humans
Carmine Red
Eric doubted anything could be done about a private student loan, but the letter in his hand said otherwise. He waited impatiently in the bank lobby on a dead Saturday afternoon. The cubicles were empty; it was just he and the teller behind a counter now. She was finishing up a call regarding his letter.
By Mr. Rothman W3 years ago in Horror