Write from the point of view of a stack of paper a few inches from the shredder. – Creative Writing Prompts I can be so ridiculously proud of myself, it’s pathetic. When I was born, they gave me the responsibility to show off those important numbers, you know, the ones that make the wallet happy.Continue Reading

silent tears of joy slip quickly between us like your stolen kisses clasped together at sunrise never letting go of you

Special little circumstances seem to cloud, confuse dormant dispositions. I forget. You’re suppose to love me anyways.