Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Category Archives: Prose
Roommate For Sale
Everything changed the day I called that number.
Be Chill My Beating Heart
I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
They Wore Matching Leather Jackets with a Red Stripe on the Sleeve
Javier stood at the starting line, concentrating on his breathing. He blocked out all the commotion around him. His focus was keener, sharper than at any other moment in his life. This was his time.
The Daily Whys
Why did I ever want to be a baker? I groan and curse the blaring 4:30 am alarm that cuts short my slumber.
Cuthbert Could Not Abide
If there was one thing Cuthbert could not abide, it was helping yourself to something that wasn’t yours.
A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
To Escape the Lurking Darkness
I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.
Aly Writes 