My innards threatened to become my outtards… don’t question me… I had a fever. I honestly had so much more
~Flashes of fiction~ Patrick is a man of many forms, but today, as he walks from one edge of
Coffee. Hello I am Tiffany. A generic white girl. I’m not really that generic. The world doesn’t know that though.
Everyone has the same face. It keeps the distance. The safety grasps them all with its cold nature. Too many
“Hello Daria… my old friend” I look up at the voice’s face. “Bruce…” His smooth skin welcomes the soft touch
A month has passed since the final experience with… that beloved burrito. I am back at the place of my
I can’t even look at him. He keeps going on and on about how I have made him feel these