I'm sorry, son. We tried to keep the bad guys out. The ones that have elbowed their way to the top, and continue to stand on the heads of the triers beneath them. We tried. I'm sorry, son. We tried to separate, fold, condense, and ship our rubbish off to the right places, only for … Continue reading I’m sorry, son. We tried.
I have an idea for a character. She could be the next big thing, so hear her story out: she'd love for someone to finally do that. All siblings compete, especially if they're close in age. That's what she thought was the norm, anyway. But the years kept creeping by, and she was closer to … Continue reading The Girl With No Name