Something's Wrong Up There

shit happens in heaven.

Just Over the Hill

Dad: And that is how you make pepsi! Son: Really? Is that all there is to it? Dad: Yup. "sound of revving engine" Son: Dad! Slow down! Dad: What? I'm just having a bit of fun.

Closed Eyes

ghosts and stuff.
Cherry

Bad writing prize IP

IP

Depression

I feel the cold on this summer's day as only i can; for the chill is in my bones and as the drafty air whispers through my room while the colors bursting through my window
Cherry

Bad Writing Prize (I.P.)

With more brass neck than the Sheffield Colliery Band, Lady Butterworth sat in her ivory towers spreading repugnant rumours like Dairylea triangles left in the bottom of last year’s picnic hamper an
Cherry

Deal or No Deal

Performance piece with very strong language

Clown Feet and Mushy Matters

I have a son. His name is Sam.
Cherry

I am Norse

It seems I am Norse the curve of one dead girls cheek and her eyes looked out of my college yearbook another and anothers red angel hair is mine

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