DARLING, WHO STOLE YOUR PASSION?
By Alison Brown
You Are Not Alone.
It gets better. You’re not alone. I promise that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes life just hurts. It tramples over your sensitive skin with the weight of every elephant known to man. And then all those elephants start to jump up and down. At the same time.
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Three. {fiction}
She reached out to the People magazine in front of her. Her hands shook as she picked it up. They had found a particularly dashing picture of James, a particularly pathetic picture of Amy and a particularly sexy picture of Cassandra. Even that name was sexy. It was like Egyptian-Sex-Priestess ...
I’m Fucking Tired of Shouldering It Alone.
They tell you it will be hard but no one explains that you will also need to develop a solid belief in yourself in order to keep going.
I Am the Daughter of a Murderer. {poetry}
She put on her veil,
covering her berserk celestial face,
gliding through the streets of ruin
with no resting place of happiness or joy.
For A Forgotten Professor: Thank You!
I write this for the people who stand in front of a classroom day after day or sometimes night after night and wonder if their job is simply nothing but a hassle, but sometimes choose a paper from the stack to read in class and carefully slide it back without another word, so as not to make ...