I will be so blunt it scares you. I will tell you the things you never wanted to face, the things you painted over with foundation. I will tell you, i..
The bricks remind me of a cat's tongue. On warm days after a rain, I'll run my hand along a row and they'll be damp, just like a cat's tongue. The onl..
A short story, about a walk across the city and the musings of a young adult. It was sparked by a writing prompt from Weekly Writing Challenges posted..