I Keep Finding Handprints On My Windshield, But They’re Coming From Inside The Car
It started with cold spots in my one bedroom apartment. I thought it was just the thermostat broken, so I ignored the signs in the beginning.
Amaris Gagnon
Amaris is a 23 year old screenwriter residing in Los Angeles, California.
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Now I Know Why I Got My Apartment So Cheap
It was not until I leaned my ear against the wall that I heard the screams. I had moved to Brattleboro, Vermont for a fresh start.
His Mother Said To Always Keep This Painting Covered; Now I Know Why
The black mist slowly crept back into the painting. I covered it and called the police.
To Those Who Haven’t Figured Out Life Yet, You’re Going To Be Fine
When You’re Someone Who Never Settles, Your Life Won’t Be Easy
It’s not a blessing to not want to settle, because I will live in my car and my life will fall apart. It is hard to tell yourself that you’re doing important things when you’re not doing what you want to do.
For All The Homesick Dreamers Out There
For all you dreamers, believers, and doers, home will always be there. Your dreams will not.
There’s A New Epidemic That Only The Rich Can Catch, And The Government Doesn’t Want Me To Tell You Why
As soon as the sickness started, it spread fast. The X Virus, as we began to call it, moved to every city and was present in every state. What was baffling was that not every person became infected.
Dear Millennials: We Are Worth It
Lastly, we are the generation who was told we can do anything, because we can. We can do anything we put our minds to, because we are all competent and smart enough. We just have to believe in ourselves more. We need to stop listening to the doubt that is poured onto us like rain.
Dear Hollywood, African American Storytelling Deserves More Than Historical Period Pieces
All storytellers, writers, script interpreters, and directors of all race deserve a chance to fail, but also a chance to succeed.
I Went Into The Dark Tunnel Of Berkshire Hill And It Was The Biggest Mistake Of My Life
I heard something again; a deep and guttural moan. I stopped and so did my heart. My face felt frozen as if the blood just stopped moving.
