Day One: Monday. It’s 74 degrees and 7:54 in upstate New York. I’m not really upstate; I’m in […]
autobiographical fiction
She was lying on something uncomfortable. Without opening her eyes, she reached beneath her and pulled out a […]
This is a fictional account of real events. Originally, I tried to write this post from my perspective, […]
“Do you believe in soul mates?” he asked. She managed to let out a “Hm” before indecorously wrinkling […]
What was a pretty little white girl doing in the middle of the ghetto? She was lithe and […]
She opened her eyes and saw the blurry, motionless, ceiling fan. At first, without her seeing apparatus and […]
Fish Of Gold 