They say everyone who looks hard enough into their family history will find a secret sooner or later…yet sometimes our brains can trick us into thinking someone was there who never truly was...
I believed in you. I wanted you to be my everything.
She had entered the room and gazed on the wall before her. The beauty that lay upon it was as magnificent as it was terrifying. He lay there watching her reaction as she clutched the pillar beside her and slowly fell to her knees with tears in her eyes. He crawled over to her, smiling slightly.
So… for the last couple of weeks I have been applying to jobs (and careers of course) with the hopes that I would be able to snatch something comfortable and close to home. Everyone wants that perfect place that they actually look forward to going to every day and that their work is not work, but just another thing they love to do…. that’s what I crave. Since I graduated from with my Masters in ’15, I have been in a rut. I have been looking for writing jobs and, of course, as all writers do, I have turned to the internet while using the outlet of a blog.