might be filling this space up soon
we’re supposed to be writing “short shorts” soon. mine will probably blow but this is a perfect platform to mess with them so this is probably where i’ll put my works-in-progress. been doing a lot of reblogging and well that’s lame. sorry. been busy. :(
It’s been said that losing a love is like experiencing a death. But it wasn’t...– Are You Lonesome Tonight? Mishka Shubaly thought he’d found the girl of his dreams, but he’d conjured up a nightmare stalker. I’m curiously embarrassed by liking this article so much. I never usually like anything cranked out by smug ironically-bohemian assholes that get laid more than I do,...
Unless you are willing to be irresponsible, you can only do so by...– Wayne C. Booth, from an essay excerpt in Falling Into Theory: Conflicting Views on Reading Literature.
Real Fiction: Images
His hair was black. His clothes were black. The piercings in his eyebrow and lip, also black. His eyes were sullen, black, sunken in, Truly, he was a raven, a crow, the black of night incarnate. And then he skipped. He skipped off of the curb, then on for a few more steps, completely carefree, almost like a child on the playground. Then he stopped just as quickly as he had started, I presumed...