“One day,” Schell said, pressing forward. “The three of us are breaking up the caulk that formed on the coils, compensator excess, green and hard, and the boiler starts to make weird sounds. Deep sounds, nothing like we’d ever heard before.” I started scribbling in highschool. Pre-internet meant the best schools could offer on the… Read More Backstage


This entry is not about circular buns with holes in the middle. Sorry. I’ve been writing since I don’t know when. Not necessarily in the hope of always getting published, but more so in the hope of developing my imagination. Of getting my ideas down on paper (my creative medium of choice) and, like most… Read More Bagel