Bittersweet Beach
Written in one of my classes for creative writing in 2013. It was something I avoided for months. The pain in my chest grew and devoured,...
Practicing Second Person: Escaping the Horde
You cringe at the sound of your boots hitting the pavement and look around quickly to gauge the scene. So far so good. The old bus's door...
The Stairwell
Week after week I saw him. He slowly descended, step after step, holding onto the railing for dear life as people absently rushed past....
Mother Knows Best
I had to write many short stories in one of my courses last year. This is one. Mother Knows Best Once the sound of rushing water met my...
