Fiction
The Eraser
I talk to myself a lot. My parents find it strange when they walk in on me, but we always end up having a good…
I talk to myself a lot. My parents find it strange when they walk in on me, but we always end up having a good…
Life was a big circus to me. Everything was still beginning. You know that phase in your life when you had not a teeny-weeny care…
Click! That’s the last sound I hear before the world goes dark. I’m crouched beside my fallen mother. My father towers above us like bent…