It's about reading over someone's shoulder on a bus and some other stuff.

Getting mosquitoes to land on you.

It's about running up walls and some other stuff.

On the subject of town meetings and iPads.

Stuck and unstuck in a crowd.

wrote this for a women's studies class. i was told it was "edgy" and was promptly handed a B minus.

i love academia. sarcasm implied.

mirrors and such. also, there's a peeping tom.

It's not really a close shave; it happens all the time.

Remember the struggle between nihilism and the biological impulse? A woman deals with it in her own, specific ways.

Exploring the nature of habitualization. How can we re-see things that we've learned to un-see in our everyday lives?

A boy has to deal with the facts of life, filtered through fornication.

Exploring the nature of varying perspectives.

First draft

School Fall 2007

First draft

School Fall 2007

School Fall 2007

School Fall 2007

There is only so much you can live through, so much you can feel, before everything becomes numb and the snow takes you over. An experiment in understanding the reasons for the present and the causes of the past. [First person narrative] Incomplete

Now I know the feeling, the lightness, the ultimate triumph of realizing it’s not going to bother you anymore. [First person narrative]

Everyone has it, everyone wants it, everyone needs it. Number 2 of 7 stories. [First person narrative]

There are times when you just don't know the reason for something, when you just do it. Number 1 of 7 stories. [Third person narrative]

Life isn't nearly as segregated as you might think when everything starts mixing into one. A.N.: Not meant to offend anyone. Do not take this the wrong way. [First person narrative]

What is left of love revisited. [Narrative poetry]

The work never ends at my job. Not that I ever expect it to, I guess... Story of an odd experience at work. [First person narrative]

Everyone seems to want to ask me about my wife. She's really the same as everyone else. It's not like she's some kind of freak... [First person narrative]

Do you feel sorry for me, Holden Caufield? I wish you would feel sorry for me so I could feel sorry for you and then we would both know we weren't phonies. [First person narrative]

Just because two people are in love, doesn't mean they know what love is. A story from two different perspectives, although the validity of either perspective remains to be seen... [Third person omniscient character portrait]

Toosweet tuna makes for a scene between two lovers in a coffee shop. [First person narrative]

The deterioration of society is something we all see every day, no matter how much we may choose to ignore it. [First person narrative]

A group of friends get together in front of a fire to enjoy themselves but trouble lurks just around the corner as he finds out a secret lurking in a girl and a boy. [First person narrative]

Everyone wants to be a rock star, don't they? [Third person character portrait]

I wanted to have a perfect family for my new life. Is that so much to ask, really? [First person narrative]

I walk through the shadow of the valley of death every day. This is but one of my stories. [First person descriptive narrative]

They play a game that doesn't really answer any questions while answering them all at once. N.B. I assumed everyone's played this game. Apparently not, as I've now learned. [Third person omniscient narrative]

Poems about the true nature of Christmas. [Lyric & Narrative Poetry]

A boy who discovers his amazing supernatural abilities becomes an outcast, corrupted by his inner turmoil. [First person narrative]

A couple meets in a diner at Christmastime to discuss their relationship. [First person narrative]

A couple having trouble with their relationship come to a decision in the parking lot outside a department store. [First person narrative]

A young man learns about what the true pursuit of happiness is after a brush with a heavenly choir. [Third person character portrait]

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The story of a relationship where it's the little things that matter most. [First person narrative]

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An evening at the dance hall leads to betrayal and more. [First person narrative]

A violinist's life isn't always extravagant, although that's not to say that he wants it to be. A violinist plays on the street while remembering exactly why he's doing just that. [Third person character portrait]

Art can't be dead it hasn't been born yet. The struggle between great art and the constraints of the world. [Third person character portrait]

A boy attends a concert that changes his life. [Third person character portrait]

What happens when all that you live for is lust? A pair discover each other in a bar and agree to meet. [Third person omniscient descriptive narrative]

A midnight meeting is spied upon by a longing face in the bushes. [Third person omniscient descriptive narrative]

He feels the need to torture her for the pains she has caused him before finally killing her in his ultimate triumph. [First person descriptive narrative]

Sometimes you need to sit alone in the dark to really see the world for what it is [Third person character portrait]

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have children? Sometimes it's not exactly what we would expect... [Third person character portrait]

A man sees more than just the leaves as he takes a walk through memories and heartache. [First person descriptive narrative]

Sometimes we don't always want to be freed. [Lyric poetry]

A meeting in the break room after a shattering phone call. [First person narrative]

A double negative doesn't always give you a positive. A story of filial problems that arise when the root is rotten. [First person character portrait]

What's the point of toilet paper, really. An attempt to make sense of what it's all about. [First person social commentary narrative]

Story of someone with an interesting perspective. Complete. [First person descriptive narrative]

Sometimes visitors are all you need...or rather, you're all they need. He is visited at night by some most intriguing visitors that ask him for something he may not be willing to give... [First person descriptive narrative]

Disturbing observations of a disturbing event. He remembers the way her body looked as it lay on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. [First person descriptive narrative]

Sometimes reflections just aren't as good as the real thing. A boy spies on the girl that sits behind him in class and falls in love with her. [Third person descriptive narrative]

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An encounter with the handicapped leads to a nightmarish thought process. [First person descriptive narrative]

She's leaving and there's nothing he can do about it but cry. That is, until there is nothing left to cry about. [First person descriptive narrative]