I swayed to and fro, to and fro about the hallway,
my stuffed gray rabbit tightly clutched in my trembling little hands.
The lights dimly lit from the downstairs taunting me, whispered to me, “Stay awake…”. 204 more words
It received one sour review ten years ago by a local guy who ran an appliance store. He was taking a class on novel writing at the city library and picked out my book to study the competition. 87 more words
I’m having a bad couple of days and I felt the need to write about this so please excuse its raw, unedited, and uncensored nature. I’m very unsure what the repercussions of posting this may be, so let me just say that you should read it only if you are comfortable with something that is is highly personal, and relative only to myself. 839 more words