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Over the past year, I defeated a fear of other people, learned the value of clarity and brevity, fought writer's block, and developed pride in my words.

Now I am a writer with a love for onomatopoeias and an affinity for semicolons.

Message to Readers

Oof. This one took awhile.

Any feedback is greatly appreciated!


September 23, 2018

GROUP: Flash Fiction

The first time I saw her, she climbed on the roof of the school and told us that we were wimps. She looked down at the rest of the class and said that if one of us had an ounce of fun, we would join her. That's when I knew she would be my best friend. 
We spent the rest of the day in the eight-year-old form of jail, and from that point on, we were a team.
Many years later, I sit next to her on my roof, each with an ice cream cone in hand.
"Do you remember," I ask, "that day we met? When you said I was a wimp?"
She takes a bite of her treat. "No"


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