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The Older I Get, The Less I Know. Turning 25. Love. Dear Abby. A Fairytale, Brothers Grimm Style. A Little Sarcasm. Some Humor. A Reference to James Joyce. All In All, I Hope An Interesting Read. I Think That Sums It Up.
Caution: In a piece to make James Joyce proud, I’ve realized that the older I get, the less I know. And because it’s 2:56AM and my head is killing me and I really need to go to bed right now, … Continue reading
368 Days She’d been thinking about him a lot lately. He kept coming back, again and again. She thought of him in the morning, when the air was crisp and smelled like fall. She thought of the long drive through … Continue reading
This Was The End 1914 It was a strange feeling—to look upon a loved one and watch as he slowly and painfully slipped away. A hopeless, empty, tight feeling. A feeling she would hate to remember but could never forget. … Continue reading
A Moment The moment I saw her, the moment my eyes lit upon her face—the familiar slant of her eyes, the turn of her nose, the pout in her lips—I knew her, could picture every inch of her, feel her … Continue reading
January, 2002 She woke, as if still in a dream, to screaming, terrible screaming. Bright yellow light poured from beneath her door. The wailing continued, growing closer. The door suddenly burst open, flooding the room with light and blinding her. … Continue reading