Smudged Stories

"dear diary, something beautiful happened to me today,"

Upon your arrival home, you walk into the bathroom and notice there are hand smudges all over your mirror, so you grab a towel and try to clean them. But no matter how h...

She was the charcoal that all the artists loved to sketch with. A remanence of the fires that burned within her. No longer an ember, not quite in ashes. She had purpose...

She wanted to find out why he drew his tattoos with sharpie.