A short poem.
I have writer's block, and this was a sad attempt at beating it.
Depressions sucks, especially when I cry over little things. But, little things help, too.
A short tale in which a young man finds himself in the clutches of a siren under unusual circumstances.
A little after 0100 and it's still 90°F out. While better off then some, I still cant sleep.
There's that southern twang in his voice, When he says "yes ma'am"
Waking up is sometimes the best part of the day, and sometimes it is the worst.
A simple letter to my best friend right now, my ice pack.
I have writer's block, and this was a sad attempt at beating it.
Depressions sucks, especially when I cry over little things. But, little things help, too.
A short tale in which a young man finds himself in the clutches of a siren under unusual circumstances.
A little after 0100 and it's still 90°F out. While better off then some, I still cant sleep.
There's that southern twang in his voice, When he says "yes ma'am"
Waking up is sometimes the best part of the day, and sometimes it is the worst.
A simple letter to my best friend right now, my ice pack.