had the germ of this in my head for a few days and had the time at a comic con i was vending at today so i wrote it. Further. Out past the first marker that tells you that you've made it fifty feet from shore, arms starting to ache vaguely as I close my… Continue reading Further – a story
I chose Flint. I was a late bloomer, as they like to say, but really I was just scared to death about moving out of my parent’s house. Moving out made me an adult in full and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I am still not sure. I moved out at 27… Continue reading I Chose Flint
In which I read my story BALL.