Crazy Death

I hear voices in my head. They talk to each other. I live a lot of my life in other worlds, worlds other people can't see, or hear, or touch. I forget about the real world sometimes; so much so I, at times, forget the names of my closest friends. Some might call this schizophrenia, …

Oh, How We Grow.

I woke up this morning somehow knowing how I could re-write a certain story I had written in college. This story, "One Flesh," had been the pride and joy of my Fiction writing class. Well, I thought it was the pride and joy of my Fiction writing class, anyway. It was the story of a …