My Head Is Killing Me
Short Story My head is killing me. I get up from my desk and walk over to the water cooler. It’s 3:00pm and I’m not sure if it’s still Monday or not. I...
Tagged: Narrative
You Were Born Of… – Part Two
Narrative Fiction Well, by the end of the next year, all that Robert Burns, my boyfriend, my rebel stuff had ended. It had all backfired on me. But I’ll get to that later. It...
