Teller of tales
Desperate to text Tanner and Bryce, Seth stopped at Natalie’s door. Seth was the only kid he knew who had to share a cell phone with his sister. He knocked, … Continue reading →
I scorch the hardwood. Pressure cooker? Juggling knives? Inferno? No… Affliction. Every day—hour—minute, I seize them. I affix them. Love words. They love me too—about once a leap year. My … Continue reading →
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