{short story; fiction} her funereal is bleak, and still, it's amazing. what her mother and I had planned for "two hundred – tops", ended up being just a scratch on the surface for the five hundred or more that showed up. we haven't anywhere near the materials to carry this out, and even though it is a funereal, hungry...
"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
