There was a time where death bothered me. I can remember as a small child sitting in the living room of my grandparents home up on Tradewind Dr., just thinking about death, thinking about the possible nothingness that comes afterward, and the thought scared me. I think I may have neared a panic attack of some sort, and I'm not sure whether these ( Read more... )

Hi. Can I have a phone that doesn't melt the skin on my ear after 20 minutes? xD

I just got done with the Waco chapter in Stiffed, and I don't get it ( Read more... )

Section 1 - Weapons ( Read more... )

Otherwise known as "A novice rambles on about things ( Read more... )

I'm assuming you're supposed to answer in response to whomever you copied it from for some of these questions ( Read more... )

" The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it's about and why you're doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and ( Read more... )

There once was a young boy. This is not entirely unusual, as there are many young boys at various periods of time. But this boy was special. You couldn't tell by looking at him, with his shaggy brown hair and the simple clothes he wore while watching his father's goats. His blue eyes did not sparkle with an unnatural gleam, and his smile was ( Read more... )

We were listening to the audio CD version of Augustun Burroughs' new book, and how vivid his early memories are is shocking. I tried to think back to what I could possible remember ( Read more... )

"What happens, O heart, when you grow so cold you can no longer feel ( Read more... )