He stood on the edge of the stage, just behind the curtain. Racing heart, weak knees, sweaty palms…. The microphone was attached to the podium. Good, he thought, my hands are so wet I’d probably drop it before I got three words out.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and held it to the count of five. He let the air out, opened his eyes and stepped onto the stage with a flourish….
Hello, everyone, and welcome to Man Versus Everything!
I will be both host and narrator during your visit. Please have a look around and let me know what you think.
New stories will be added at least once a week, on Saturdays. Currently, there is no schedule with regards to what kind of stories get posted. I’ll aim for an even mix but don’t be surprised if one or two categories fill out quicker than the rest.
If you catch a typo or (gasp) a grammatical error, please let me know in the comments so I can correct it.