Hobo kiti

Hi. I'm not a writer, but I write anyways. Sometimes. And... the only people who've ever read it have been friends... family... teachers... you know, people whose opinions don't count. So, I give it up to you, gentle readers, to tear apart.

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My Stories

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  • I’m wearing the same tight black jeans I wore when I was 14, the ones with the lace-up rock-star crotch. The same holy canvas imitation All Stars- turned into graffiti jumbled mess of scribbles by my own hands, odor now famil
    1200 words, 3 comments, December 3
  • She made up songs about Eloise the invisible witch, who snatched up children in the night and sewed them into dolls
    1000 words, 1 comment, October 18
  • My baby boy fell asleep in my arms in the dark, quiet downstairs1
    <100 words, October 18
  • Shrunken, tired, dying, this man wheezes, aches, tremors. His youth has drained, his soul has eaten him from the inside out; the two- body
    300 words, 4 comments, October 16. In

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