On the Midway
As he sat somewhere deep in Indiana on the side of the road beneath the awning of the unlit funnel cake stand, Andy Evans chewed on a piece of grass, evaluating his life and wondering if it was time for another change. He’d thought about his life in this way four months ago when he woke up in a trashed hotel room with the cherry of a ( Read more... )

The following is a new part to "Sugar Free" a story I've been throwing around for awhile...I'm always thinking of something else to add to it it seems.

140, 115, 89, 189…throw in a couple 300’s, 400’s, a 45, a 69…I skip around the columns to avoid repetition-making up fake blood sugars is more than just picking out random numbers: I need to at ( Read more... )

Chain-Smoking
            The last time I saw you, you were standing in the middle of Hartford Square and handing out Johnny Cash bumper stickers, an unlit clove cigarette hanging out of your mouth like a lost cause. The scene fit you; as the crowd moved in circles around you, your face stayed as expressionless as a statue that had waited three ( Read more... )

Let's Break Up & Be Sad ( Read more... )

AmyNo one speaks of you now ( Read more... )

Last summer when I came back to Harrisville, I thought it would be terrible. Well, it wasn't. For about the first time ever I was happy with myself. I worked, I taught baton lessons, I lost weight, I spent time with my family and enjoyed it...I thought this summer would be close to that, at least ( Read more... )

Last semester I had fiction workshop with Prof. Van Kirk. Now, I've been known to be slightly competitive, and most classes I go into I want to be the best or at least up there. I'm not always like that, but a few of my friends were in that class (all guys I might add), and my most selfish desire was to write a better story than any of them. I don' ( Read more... )

Yesterday I spent my lunch hour walking around with the needle from an infusion set stuck in my stomach. It went in fine, but then refused to move; everytime I touched it, it hurt so bad I couldn't stand it. I stood there trying for about fifteen minutes before I just completely lost it and started wailing. I hate needles and I think they're really ( Read more... )

I'm soooo excited. I just found out that I got a 2nd ("Sugar Free") and 3rd place ("Bump.") in this really big writing competition...my confidence in my writing took a huge nosedive last semester, so this makes me feel really good. I even won money! I've never won money for my writing before. I hate bragging, so I don't want this to come off as ( Read more... )

The Transformation of a Contemporary Sexist Trailer Park Johnny Alfred Prufrock: A Sestina ( Read more... )