"Hey Shara!" Brandon hollered. I hurried out of sight, turning crimson for being seen - especially by him. He was my crush, if an eight year old could have one. Neighborhood friends, we spent most of our free time at each other's houses, doing a variety of activities: football, baseball, basketball, trampolines, hide and seek, … Continue reading Playing House
True Story
My Vulnerability
I don't remember when the shadows entered me; if they were always there, or found their way in. They are the demons I battle every day. With or without constant support, they will always linger in the back ground – waiting for the time to escape and strike. Hungry beasts, they feed on my emotions; … Continue reading My Vulnerability
Cheap Vodka
Aaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen.
