The literary equivalent of rubber bands, old phone chargers, and nine-volt batteries. Stuff that doesn’t belong anywhere else, all thrown together in no particular order. But if you sift through it long enough, you’re bound to find something worth the look…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Inspired by a fever dream caused by a spoiled chicken salad sandwich, I actually turned this is in as a writing assignment for my twelfth grade English class. I got an A, but my teacher never looked at me the same way after that……Keep reading
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