Tag Archives: angst
Everything I experience is converted into a metaphor for my writing. My worst fears are that someone will take the metaphors too literally. Or worse, see through them to the truth.
From Pinterest Some bad things happened, so I’m in a dark mood.
Fade to White Chapter Three A freshly lit cigaret burned slowly in Jerek’s hand as he raised it to his mouth, gazing out at the trees below his window. That girl. After he had finished chopping wood, she had asked him to … Continue reading →
My best friend in high school had a boyfriend named Jason. Jason cheated on her then bragged about it online. On my own profile, I wrote something vague about how people disappoint me. All hell broke loose. Jason and his … Continue reading →
Remember how I said that I have problems? This is what the past three days have been like.