SmollsLove on the RocksIf your writing were a pool, I would lose myself in the abyss of every word’s connotation, let myself be dragged by the undercurrent of…Jun 6, 2017Jun 6, 2017
Smollst.e.r.m.i.t.e.s.They eat away at me like they know me. As if they know how much I’m capable of, as if they think it’s so little. As if they think all I’m…Apr 30, 2017Apr 30, 2017
SmollsSomething like a Modern-Day MosesOne day, a boy named Marty was walking down a quiet street. He was about seventeen and was troubled over the loss of many of his friends…Mar 4, 2017Mar 4, 2017