When I was little, I dreaded art class. I hated the walls of the basement, I hated the […]
short story
My grandma’s going to die soon. Nobody wants to say it, but we all know the day will […]
I knew I was undead when I looked in the mirror and saw that my skin was bare. […]
Do lonely people know they’re lonely? Do they acknowledge the truth of their existence? When one is lonely, […]
(please note, I use the word love very loosely) August. I love August. I love the way the […]
I didn’t know my grandfather very well. He lived an inspirational life; too bad I didn’t know that while he was still here.