The smell was putrid, filling the surrounding space with the fetid stench of decomposing skin and the thick, sour smell of pus. Seven months ago I would've gagged, now - well, it's just another day. "James, man, what happened?" I asked, frowning at the oozing, deep crater on the underside of his elbow - an …
The Cliche Question of Every College Student (Regardless of Age!)
Who am I? There are many fashions in which to answer this question - nearly all of them are utterly superficial; I am a student, a Catholic Worker, unmarried, female, white, tattooed. All of these mean nothing because they are mutable, transitory, subject to change by my own mere whimsical fancy. To authentically answer this …
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Homelessnes in Four Micro Stories.
I saw someone's guts today. By that I mean the gaping hole in his belly was so large that, when he pulled the brownish-yellow iodine and blood soaked gauze away from it, I could see the pink, lumpy tubing of his lower digestive tract, slick with hot, red blood. He and my kid brother share …
