Meeting him came with a collection of red flags long enough to line the interstate from coast to coast. But I was young and ignorant and insecure, and I thought I deserved maltreatment. I wish that I could just talk to someone about this festering pain I feel. I want someone to hug me andContinue reading “Conquering the Monster”
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The Stolen Writer
The sounds were relentless in that house. Each whine and cry reverberated against the tile, through the hallway that was really just a dark, narrow passageway through hell. The voices and the barking and the slamming of doors to some might render the house full of life, but in reality, it smothered it. The soundsContinue reading “The Stolen Writer”
