....took me a while to come back to this. I thought typing a memoir would be fun....stupid me.....back to the story.....
William and Margo are sitting on the living room floor of William's mom's house with the local newspaper spread out before them like a treasure map. Margo is so excited she......Read More
I think I'll go back to first person for the story.
I lock the bathroom door behind me and throw myself onto the cool floor. The only light I see is ghostly moonlight filtering in between the blinds which resemble prison bars to my tear soaked eyes which are facing the wall side ways from......Read More
"Thank God you came in when you did Margo." The doctors are looking at the X ray of my chest. I have a serious case of pheumonia. I wasn't getting much oxygen and it was amazing I was able to do all the things I was doing sucessfully. I don't know this at the time, but my lungs still......Read More
I am sitting on the couch that I used to struggle to fall asleep on, in my hand is packing tape and I am surrounded by a small living room littered in grocery dairy stock boxes. I slide my small hand sporting trecherous broken and dirty nails over a strip of tape securing it to the bottom......Read More
My heart is kicking and screaming. My family visits me for the first time at my apartment to evacuate me from it. I had been there for two years, and I was kind of happy to see them, but I had built this life around me that they had not been involved in. The from the cold of february they come in......Read More