The Note
Josh dashed through the empty lobby, past the coffee kiosk where he snatched a newspaper from the pile as he stormed by, and pushed his...
Revenge for Matty Groves
Matty Groves’ dark curls were always falling in his eyes. He’d swipe at ‘em, all unconscious-like. I loved his curls, his long fingers,...
This is the Year
This is the year I am going to wear black. I have eight black t-shirts and five black turtlenecks, and three pairs of black jeans. I’ll...