T.W. Bivins
Bio
I write for the fun of it. Some trains of thought are plain hard to wriggle into an average conversation. What if you ate that body wash? What if you found a finger? Things you shouldn't ask strangers, I write about those.
Stories (2/0)
An Evening Drive To The Taco-Burger And The Events In The Thereafter
Dee was on her way home and the car was doing the wobbly thing again. She really should have it checked, but it promised to be an ordeal. She knew a guy who changed his own oil and he had named off like six things it could have been. All of them sounded like they would cost more than 45 dollars so she was just going to let it ride until something fell off or the car just would not start. This up-and-coming hazard to her wallet and health was overshadowed by another cheaper and more pressing hazard to her wallet and health.
By T.W. Bivins2 years ago in Fiction
John Tillery
Chapter 1- Glass Potatoes There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Men didn’t always know how to make gunpowder, magic secrets weren’t sold like an apple-pie recipe, and Human maps didn’t have Halfling towns on them. Change can make a fella anxious. Then again, there wasn’t always sugar in cornbread, iced tea wasn’t a thing ten years ago, and I didn’t use to have as many stories. Change can make things better. There weren’t always dragons in the valley – at first there was only one.
By T.W. Bivins2 years ago in Fiction
