New Story: Bragging Rights
I wanted that scar, damn it. I wanted to be able to strip my sleeve up to my shoulder when school got back and wave that contused, jagged line in […]
I wanted that scar, damn it. I wanted to be able to strip my sleeve up to my shoulder when school got back and wave that contused, jagged line in […]
I know, I know, the blog’s been quiet for almost a month. Not that I haven’t been doing things – the problem is that I’ve been doing too many of […]