Mud. Chapter 6
That night, I dreamt that I was like a dead turkey, and I could stuff things under my skin in case of emergencies. It was disturbing, though I wasn't sure what else to expect when I went to sleep on the toilet seat, inhaling the stench of my own puke....
Mud. Chapter 5
"See what you've gotten yourself into, Kristine? You fucking idiot!" I growled loudly to myself, sitting in front of my computer. I had about half of my story typed up, though Sunday loomed dangerously close. A minor three days. Avoiding Sam was...
Mud. Chapter 4
Leave my camera at home. Camera left at the dorm. A night without the camera. "No matter how you say it, it's terrible." I complained to myself, staring at the...
Mud. Chapter 3
Aww, shit. Why did this new boy have to be so...good? I thought I'd hit a break when he had found a friend and took her to his dorm to study. I sat outside his...
Mud. Chapter 2
It had only been a short trip to my dorm to nab my beloved Nikon camera that I'd saved so long for; I'd ignored everyone that had dared try and interrupt me on...
Mud. Chapter 1
Gossip fuels any good private school, as any good blog writer knows. Who's dating who and is cheating on them with the neighbor's dog that is, as it turns out, the illicit love-child of the neighborhood stray. People love the dirt, though so few like...