I’m no blushing bride when it comes to a good snog sesh, but someone’s stank ass breath can really kill the vibe. This gaping
Tag: Prose
Hold the Note
It’s late morning, and the paterfamilias has donned his formal attire. The toga cloaking the loose folds of his chiton is blue with a
Seven Strands – Candace Zalloua
The first string was violet, as many were. A co-worker I rarely spoke to, apart from telling her coffee orders. I refused to be
Can one Coco Pop make chocolate milk?
I sit in the empty public bus, my brightness up, my ears submerged in Michael Jackson while delving into an array of Buzzfeed quizzes