20-odd Christian work-in-progress. Digital strategist/musician/writer/gravity-tester. Lives for music + stories.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to individuals living or dead is unintentional.
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They found Donna’s body yesterday.
DISCLAIMER: Written from a theme, and not from experience. Probably going to be cheesy — I’m out of practice.
I hope you hurt.I hope you hurt; I hope you don’t.I know you don’t.Don’t think. Don’t feel. Don’t see.And I wish I could say the same…
I have a story about hands.
When I was in university, my best friend taught me a secret. I was maybe seventeen, still hadn’t had a boyfriend, but like any kid that age I wanted one.
Not just any one: the one.
