25/365 Travis
Travis scrawls some unnamed despair into his forearm. Circling a penknife toward his wrist, he carves wounds he can touch into his flesh. Occasionally, ambitions roll up his sleeves, revealing his disquieting prose and invented alphabet. His parents gasp, terrified they’re reading his memoir.
posted by - Christine at 9:57 AM
3 Comments:
What an amazing idea!
I read all your enteries, and they're so touching, sometimes even haunting. I've added you to my bookmarks and I'm going to write a blog about this later.
I might even start a list of my own one day.
You're a great writer.
Terrifying indeed, and elegantly stated, F.R.A.
of all the entries on all the similar blogs, this is one of my favorites ... an awful lot of story in a very little space, and lots of truth right in our face
very beautifully written
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