A story of utter panic… — I was too late. The persuasive lady’s back had turned. I hadn’t meant to order what I did. It was a panicked reflex, an accident. My neck was red. My shoulders, knees and ankles felt weak. The same feeling experienced when you laugh too hard, however, this time it was…

What youth have faced for centuries… the intriguing pull of our world. — My first ever addiction presents itself in the morning. Most mornings I need a fix. I need to welcome the warm heat easing the joint in my elbow, stretching my left calf and clearing my throat. It blinks my pupils into the shadow of my room and walks me down…