The End of the World Club

The one and only meeting of the End of the World Club was held in my favorite building on campus, the old English department building. It was nestled back among the trees, and you could open the old windows and let the breeze in, feel the hardwood floors croak under your feet. And it just…

Nothing seems to kill me

She said those lyrics were going to kill me. I said they’re just lyrics, imagining. Release. She said, “I don’t like them. They’re not you.” I set my phone on the nightstand, tossed off the covers, swung my feet to the floor. I gazed out the window into the night and considered hugging a moonbeam,…