Barry: Induction
There must be a rip somewhere in the space-time continuum through which a different reality, eerily similar but evidently different seeps through.
Eliza: We Live to Love
The winds of time push us around; we live to love.
Jessica: Angst
I haven’t written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day.
Hannah: I Threw a Rock into a Pond
I threw a rock into a pond and watched the circles form around.
Amelia: My Dear Fiona
There are things we don’t talk about, and they weigh heavily on our souls.