Depressinginparts Stories

It is late Winter, on a muggy, December morning. The town of Glazier Rise, is peaceful; except for in one home, on the street of, Bushel walk. In this home, a young gi...

They say misery loves company, so maybe that's why I went and sat by her on the dirty bed. I side hugged Amandla and asked why she was crying, while crying myself. &quo...