Ewok Dance Party (Fiction)
I should have killed myself at the hospital, when I had the chance.
Read MoreI should have killed myself at the hospital, when I had the chance.
Read MoreThe first baby turtle I saw was a disappointment. I had thought he would be green. Poor thing, he didn’t know how much he let me down. How many foolish hopes I had placed on his little fragile body.
Read MoreIt’s one thing to be sad teaching climbing when I know that my injury prevents my own climbing. It’s quite another to be terrified that I’m teaching students to do something that might kill them in the end.
Read MoreThe students pump their fists in the air. They shout together as one voice, full of both anger and hope. They haven’t given up. They believe they can make the world better.
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I’ve been doing, perhaps, too many crossword puzzles.
Read MoreThis isn’t the story I intended to tell. It is embarrassing.
Read MoreI suspect I am a villain trying to fit into a too-small hero’s costume.
Read MoreFor as long as I can remember, I’ve been a terrible sleeper. I’ve been like a prey animal, always on the lookout, unable to fully rest
Read MoreI’m originally from the East coast. Before I get judged as another annoying transplant, let me explain why I moved: heartbreak, failure, and murder.
Read MoreFrom behind me I heard the lock clang against the chain. I’m locked in.
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