It's a New Year when you say it is. Start your "New Year" any time you please.
The Soundtrack in my Head
Warning this is political, and the soundtrack in my head is filled with rage and rebellion. Find your soundtrack and play it loud.
Utopia
And through it all trains follow their tracks, steam pouring from their engines, transporting the townspeople to and fro.
A Master’s Degree in…
Could I have learned to teach and even write without studying which great British poets wrote their poetry on hallucinogens and when? Probably, but I took the class anyway because I liked the professor.
Sneak Peak part 2
“Oh, I LOVE this song, It’s one of the best, right Ollie?” Ember screamed and began drumming the beat of Queen’s Fat-Bottomed Girls, on her steering wheel. As she bobbed her head, loose strands of her red hair escaped their messy bun prison and her periwinkle framed glasses moved precariously down her pert nose.
Sneak Peak
He pulled the thin blanket up around his shoulders, then shivered as his feet were now uncovered. He wanted to grumble about the ridiculousness of this whole situation, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Surely, they could co-exist in the same bed under warm blankets, while fully clothed, without risking anyone’s virtues. Too cold to sleep, he grew grumpier by the second, staring into the darkness and listening to the night. He could hear her mumbling to herself.
What is the definition of romance?
Romance is the steady and the unexpected