Shawn Mitchell
Bio
I am a twenty-some-odd year old writer that has a strong desire to paint the world with poetry and prose.
Stories (2/0)
Lost.
CHAPTER I As my tongue touches the roof of my mouth, the overwhelming anxiety instantly consumes me. I no longer taste the heinous morning breath that usually plagues me until I slaughter it in its tracks by way of Listerine liquid. I taste asbestos, saw dust, and stale air. I open my tired, bloodshot eyes, and gaze upon the sanguine wall in front of me.
By Shawn Mitchell3 years ago in Criminal
Nausea
On April 13th, 1994, at 4:44 A.M., I was born in the city known as Nashua, New Hampshire. Awarded the title of "Best Place to Live" not once but twice, one would imagine that it is a great place to raise a family with next to no crime. To the folks in my age group, the aforementioned statement is laughable at best. I suppose that if you turn a blind eye to the blatantly obvious social atrocities that are taking place, they do not exist.
By Shawn Mitchell3 years ago in Criminal
