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A girl and her award winning recipe gain some unsolicited attention.

I am sputtering, speechless. It is something that I can’t remember. The truth of it is still there. My mind grasping at the sand falling i..

He walks with his fists, his leading-most feature, but followed by spiritual oculus. He walks among chaos, it eats at his being, but to say d..

They always called with a different voice, but I knew it was them every time.

An outline for a book I'm working on.

Dying ways.

This does not have meter. It does not have intended rhyme. It is chaos.

Even sleep doesn't bring rest anymore. I can't even stomach my rations, which is all the better as I'm running out. The end is near, I can feel it.

A poem about this crazy dream I had when I was 12.

A man and his struggle with memory.