Andrew felt the counselor studying him from across the desk. She was all right, he guessed, for a shrink. . .

“I should have used the god damn Axe of Draining,” Nick thought as he sat in his cheap studio apartment. The walls were once a. . .

You told me, just when the bell rang after lunch. . .

Elanor, spelled without an “e”
Your Dad named you after somebody
with a bit part in The Lord of the Rings
You tried valiantly to take. . .

This is it, what I’ve been waiting for. . .

Red hearts, from the start I knew it would be disaster. . .

It was a warm, breezy summer night. It was me and the whole gang together. I thought I’d kick back with my friends and have a few. . .

Constance killed herself, we were told one black Monday morning in the early November of our high school junior year. She had slit. . .

Dear Journal. . .

Her arched eyebrow spelled doom for my request. I had hoped for sympathy, a smile, maybe even an immediate drafting of a plan. . .