The vibe on this page is too upbeat for the depressing things I wrote in college.
*it’s like a metaphor for my life that way*
Literally Stories – January 8, 2016
The windows are closed, the clocks all stopped, the mirrors are covered, and the Melancholies all sprinkling salt water on the body. Yes, all things are coming together. By the end of the night one would be laid to peace while one burned.
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There was blood in the carpet…probably.
Jack ran a hand over his ragged face, the bristles of his morning shadow scratch over his palm. Every morning a new surprise. Last Monday there was a hole in the roof. Thursday the toaster was on fire. Today, blood in the carpet.