My pills swirl down the drain of panic,trickling through the acid-coated pipes.Anxiety bubbles in my throat as I remain silentwith a cross to bear, a burdensome weight.I’m… Read more “She’s My Pill”
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Alisha Gets Even
(Chapter 1. WIP) It’s been ten weeks since I’d last seen my neighbor Alisha Keagan. It’s not like she hadn’t disappeared before because she had, but this… Read more “Alisha Gets Even”
Rageful Curiosity
In a woman I knew not mid-thrust. Through the dust of misplaced trust, Natale’s door slam rattles the bedroom like thunder before an earthquake, screaming like a… Read more “Rageful Curiosity”
Who Killed Hannah?
I so have to figure out who killed, no, who murdered Hannah and why, Francis thought, staring eye-level into a half-empty wineglass as though it were her… Read more “Who Killed Hannah?”
Alisha Vanished – Chapter 4 – Wattpad Version
(Updating) “Don’t get me started!” I said. “I was in a hurry.” I had a mini-shovel in my trunk and gardening gloves. What? I’m not a criminal.… Read more “Alisha Vanished – Chapter 4 – Wattpad Version”
Closed For Business
Nervously I stood on her porch. A closed sign blinks on the store connected to her house. Her father’s gonna fuckin’ hate me. Worse yet, kill me.… Read more “Closed For Business”
I’m Sorry
“I can’t forgive you,” I say. “I couldn’t be sorrier than I—” “You cheated!” I say “I’m sorry,” she says. “I hate you.” “I’m sorry.” “I can’t… Read more “I’m Sorry”
Depression, We Need A Break (It’s Not You, It’s Me)
“It’s depression, can I come in?” “Yeah…I’m kinda busy today, dear.” “I’m free next Tuesday.” “I’m busy that day, too.” “How’s tomorrow night sound?” “I have a… Read more “Depression, We Need A Break (It’s Not You, It’s Me)”
“There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)
“What are you doing here?” Hannah asks, opening the door, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “You can’t be here! He’s going to kill—” “I’m not leavin’… Read more ““There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)”
Angie’s Father Found Our Tape! (Poem)
I sink my teeth into my cheek, and slam my eyes shut, thinkin’ about a clip on an edited tape sippin’ on a warm coffee pressin’ the… Read more “Angie’s Father Found Our Tape! (Poem)”
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