Dream Log: Caterpillar

I hate to spoil the end of this story, but I meet a superhero at the end. I’m a caterpillar.

Dream Log: Framed

We are lined up, dressed for prom and waiting for our names to be called. We are outside Windermere Union.

Short Story: Another Level*

*This is a creative short story, and in no way a recount of real events. The names may or may

Short Story: Marked Off

This is a product of my creative writing class in college. It was met with much acclaim by teacher and

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