Fineliners
Anamaria sat in the coffee shop, her notes sprawled out before her, her bag haphazardly lay open beside her, its contents neat and arranged, books and notebooks just peeking out….
Cough Drops
“I’m fine.” “Amelia, you’re not fine. You can barely breathe! Look at you! You look pathetic!” I stomped over to the mirror. “I do not look—oh…” I saw my reflection…
Happy Birthday to My Whatever Whenever Blog
I have been wanting to start something like this for a very long time. I hadn’t, because I considered it a very daunting task. I thought that it would take…