J. D. Everly
As a writer in the PNW I spend far too much time in the woods, but that inspiration and an unhealthy dose of insomnia has led me to be the author of multiple books and stories in a range of genres.
Ashes were thick in my throat, but I had to keep going. They were here…somewhere. I knew they were. They had to be. But wading through the piles of broken and charred bits of what was left of the town made the fragile shoot of hope within me wilt more by the second.
“This is what passes for sex education?” I whisper to Tara as the teacher at the front of the room equates ‘safe’ kisses to peaches. It’s pathetic and an uncomfortable heat is pouring through me, making sweat break out on my temples and I can feel it collecting in my bra.