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Current Stuff
Prose
Bleh You Suck
So there I was, standing on the front porch, in bright yellow sweat pants with frogs all over them, having a yelling match with him, the most wanted guy in school, and my little cousin comes up behind me and pantses me. Being a nobody just became a lot harder, considering that his eyes ignore my face and focus on my bare legs, disregarding the fact that it was rude to stare.
Electric Blue
You always hear about how kids shoot up their schools where they were victims of bullies. When Brendan Andrews and Michael Lee came into my school with guns on graduation night, I had no choice but to help them. Because, in reality, they were more lost then anyone I had ever seen. (Status report: On a trip to Inspiration. Hoping to be hit by a meteorite.)
Coffee Shop Confessions
A collection of short stories based off my own experiences. If life isn't a spectator sport, then I don't know what sport I'm watching.
The Gentle Stalker
Closet starer and stalker, I may have been, but that didn't mean I was comfortable with coming out! (oneshot)
Laid to Rest
His seemed like a relatively common case. He needed answers so he would come here. But like the rest of them, he was misinformed. There were no answers here, just the silence. (oneshot)
Poetry
The Forgetting Smoke
Perhaps our greatest fears, of death, of loss, are all tied into a general theme. Being forgotten.
A Conversation with Eyes
Just one of those random weird things that pop out now and then.
Tides
A goodbye.
Cotton Candy
Describing the sky.
In the Process of Being Made Stories
The bolts of inspiration are like stray cats... They come when they come and they don't when the don't.
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