Flannel: Short Story Part 2 of 4

I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone … More

Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4

His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson … More

I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling … More

I have never been so confused, yet so sure of a conversation in all of my life. I replayed our … More

There was a time in my life where I would search for that perfect altered state. A concoction of a … More

Am I being anxious or is this how normal people feel? This is a question I ask myself every day. … More