"No matter how much you run, no matter how hard you try, Death will find you and get what it wants. Death is the one thing that will not and can not be denied." Like most children there are times where you have insurmountable challenges trying to fit in with all the different cliques in... Continue Reading →
Confessions Of A Teenage Midwesterner
The 1970's brought about many new feelings for a whole number of people across America. To the front of the list was the realization that change was a coming whether you were ready for it or not. For example you have: 1) The traditional male facing the liberation of females through their protestations of their... Continue Reading →
Ignorance Is Bliss When It Comes To Thrift Store Clothing
"What you think you practice, what you practice you become, and what you become has consequences." In a lot of ways James "JD" Dillenger is a traditional teenager. He is in his first relationship with a young woman named Sylvia, he has an indiscriminate palate for donuts, he belongs to a circle of friends self-described... Continue Reading →
I See Dead BFF’s
"The sound cuts off, and Carly stares at the dead phone like she wants to crush it in her fist. Thunder shakes the house again, and a flash of lightning illuminates the shabby living room. Suddenly everything seems very still. The wind goes silent. Our eyes meet in the dim light. We both know, deep... Continue Reading →
Wake Up!!!!!! It’s Time to Feed the Chickens
"Visions of Glory Schoonover - student council secretary, Spud Festival Princess; her juicy fruit lips, dark chocolate eyes, honey-streaked corn silk hair with the chamomile-lavender scent; the thick, eroticism syrup of her Emeraude perfume; the sling of the slinky, burning-pink thong panties clinging to the soft band of baby fat that rides the low-cut, hip-hugging,... Continue Reading →
There Once Was a Girl From…………………….
“When a guy asks if he can take me out to dinner, I hope maybe he’s someone who can eventually love me exactly the way I am. Maybe he wouldn’t fear my bite, my kookiness, maybe he’d get past my thorny bristles, to see there is sweetness here. He would understand that moving on doesn’t... Continue Reading →