Just a typical survival story. Blah blah blah blah

His eyes, dark brown consumed me as I gazed into them. He had me in his grip now, our faces an inch apart. I held my breath, waiting for him to make the first move....

The daily life of me, a gifted schoolboy. More specifically, a explanation and expression of my robotic life habits in eighth grade.

A teenager discovers he has an odd ability to tweak the past in flashbacks.