Where The Hell I’ve Been Part 2: Guessing Games

I’m not really good at guessing things. Some people think it’s fun to stand around guessing what the weather will be like tomorrow, or how long [insert female celebrity] will be married to [insert male celebrity] before some disastrous event involving table-flipping and hair-pulling wretches them apart, resulting in a highly entertaining public spectacle. I’m … More Where The Hell I’ve Been Part 2: Guessing Games

WHOOPS.

WHOOPS. I mean, HELLO, my lovely invisible readers! I’M BACK! I know, I know. It’s been a while. Well, it’s been, like, two weeks or so. I apologize for the unexpected hiatus; school and life and everything became so hectic that I barely had time to brush my teeth, let alone dedicate an hour to … More WHOOPS.

In My Car

I sit in my car and I try not to die. I force air through my nose and count backwards from 10, eyes closed, slowly exhaling with each passing number. My house is alit with activity as I peel out of the driveway. Rain pelts against moving metal, and I can’t hear the radio. The … More In My Car

Vultures, Ducklings, and Not-So-Constructive Criticism

We’ve all been there. You’re sitting in class, minding your own business. Maybe you’re staring at the clock, or trying to figure out how to draw a horse in your notebook, or wondering where the heck your friend is since she was supposed to bring your pencil. Maybe you’re even sitting quietly at your desk, … More Vultures, Ducklings, and Not-So-Constructive Criticism

Special

Just a thing I wrote. _________________________________________________________________ My mother is special. That’s what they say when they drag me away from that shiny white room and I ask if I may see her again, Wednesday, maybe, and they speak in a hushed sort-of small kind of way. And the man’s hair is gray, but black on … More Special

Baloney

My Uncle joined the circus, which is okay, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Truth is, that sort of thing really creeps me out, like how lunchables creep me out. They’re phony advertising, if you ask me. You expect a 3-course meal complete with clowns, and acrobats, and elephants that stand on … More Baloney