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I revel in the torment of my inability to comprehend the whole. 

journalistic creative piece on delaney

My window is stupidly narrow. Whenever I smoked and couldn’t muster the twenty seconds it takes to clear my ashtray, the wind would spurt through; like an arrow through the arrowslit...

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

The better I get, the more I yearn for what I cannot create.

(a side-story about Amelia Earhart, as part of the Percy Jackson universe)

Drowning. What did Nicolette do to deserve this?

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

He breathed in, leaning closer. And I felt it; my pain, my hurt, my broken pieces disappearing. It was strangely comforting. Then he opened his dark eyes and said ...

I pulled up my sleeve, exposing the small barcode tattoo on my left wrist. It was a stark contrast over my pale skin.

Fire In My Heart - Part A