He gets so sick of those people with their happy lives and their normal jobs on solid ground. He gets so angry when he’s seen by no one, moving state to state leaving no trace, Mr. Inconsequential mattering to nobody nowhere.
Tag Archives: Prose
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
He’s a Catch
He’s clever. He’s handsome. He makes you feel at ease. That’s your Brandon, he’s a catch!
(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam
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.
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.
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.
