Author: Jeremiah Stillings

Her Smell

11 pm, flopping down, the air is stale, the pillow exhales loudly. Breathing in with expectation of her smell, rewarded with sneeze and cough. My

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Creative Writing WIP

The Green Room The nurses use it as punishment, threatening it, pointing to the heavy steel door, massive lock. My rage continues, my mouth spews,

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