On our first night in Prague, we went to a bar we found in a New York Times article. Edward,
Danish is an impossibly hard-to-understand language. Everyone is walking around speaking gibberish. It reminds of old video games where the
Hope floats like a buoy. Most of the time, it gently rocks up and down, but other times, when storms
When you’re standing at the foot of the ocean, you’re occupying an ancient space. The wind dancing on your skin.
Let’s just say there was a cat. He was wearing a hip-hop outfit. He had on a leash, but it
I hate to spoil the end of this story, but I meet a superhero at the end. I’m a caterpillar.
We are lined up, dressed for prom and waiting for our names to be called. We are outside Windermere Union.
*This is a creative short story, and in no way a recount of real events. The names may or may