I wrote a story. I'm pretty happy with it even though its only the first draft. Here it is.


In The Room

“He’s still in there, sir.”

Sergeant Harris set his bottle of antacids on the corner of his desk. Strewn with papers, a half dozen filthy coffee mugs, and what was either a variety of very small, very sad raisins, or mouse turds, the desk had seen better days. As had Sergeant Harris. He hadn’t had a good nights sleep in going on...