creative writing

This is the End-ish

In some respects, I’m afraid to finish, which is probably why I’m writing this instead of that.

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Momma Mia

It was earlier than either one of us should have been awake and the tapping rain on the windshield made me want to go back to sleep.  The driver’s head bobbed with the jagged melody of the Chili Pepper’s Californication…. Read More ›