Sybil was running through the muddy London street, trying desperately to not slip on one of the cracked cobblestones that covered the road. She held her hat with a tight vice to her head, protecting her hat from the rain but also trying the keep her very l...

Just for once
I want to write a happy story.
One where the guy gets the girl...

Ah. Crazy, Beautiful, People.

Patient #1:...

(Just a little thing I wrote a while back that I feel like sharing!)

The bark of the giant oak was rough and cool beneath my callused fingertips. I examined one of the many knots that lined and spiraled along the ridges, climbing the tree up and up unti...

Speaking of friendlessness:

Eating in the washroom is an interesting exercise in acting. To avoid ridicule or, worse, questioning coming from a good heart, much must be done to avoid appearing to actually be eating in the washroom. If you are ever in ne...

Here’s the thing about love
I’m tired of it....