I Am 11

I am eleven years old. It’s a Saturday night and me and my sister are at our dad’s. To be more accurate I’m under the window of the bedroom we share, reading a comic while my sister is on the other side of the bedroom door trying to get in. Doing his best to prevent... Continue Reading →

The Loop

…which of course was locked.   After a few years I gathered up the courage to unlock the door, beyond which was yet another room, noticeably better than the one I was in. Without hesitation I stepped in allowing the door to lock itself behind me.   After a few months I grew bored with... Continue Reading →

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