Tag Archives: written word

Without Jeremy, Ch 16: Rooftops

“That spazzy shit really drew all this?” “Yes, and please be nice to him.” “What? I’m always nice to his face.” Chris, always the diplomat. We were getting a good…

Pieces

I cannot remember the last time that I saw her. I don’t remember much these days, but I do remember those eyes, those beautiful eyes. I look up into them…

Without Jeremy, Ch 15: Worst Enemy

I heard it from the cute girl whose locker was next to mine. Steve heard it from one of the clarinet players. Big Rich told me he heard it, and…