Libby Rose WhitehouseThe PerformanceThere was a faint smell in the air, buttery yet metallic. Elizabeth’s neck snapped, as her heavy head flopped to the side. Her sticky…Aug 12, 2017Aug 12, 2017
Libby Rose WhitehouseMy Date With The DeadThere’s always a certain awkwardness concerning take-away etiquette. When I’m with a group of people and they decide that we should all…Jun 26, 2017Jun 26, 2017