The mother is pulled under the escalator, but not before she uses her last breath to push her son to safety.
My dad was sixty-one when I was born.
What they don’t tell you about your last moments on Earth is how you’re going to panic for reasons that make absolutely no sense.
Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances — for reasons I do not care to discuss at this time — I ended up at a juvenile mental health facility in San Marcos, TX on April 16, 1996.
Technology has made it easier for us to communicate with one another.
We ran. Time stood still.
When the beer bottles take up more space on the desk than the keyboard and the mouse, it may be too late to write anything with a clear head.
Dear Mr. Stephen King…
I don’t know what the hell to do. I feel like I don’t have a lot of options here, and no one’s as concerned as I am. Or concerned at all.
Being a 20-something in this day and age is no easy task as you are now forced into adulthood by all means necessary. Not only are all of the “fun” birthdays over, but, as most people will remind you over and over again, it’s all downhill from here. T