The Effects of My Blood Type

Earlier today I stubbed my toe but didn’t cry because I’m built different. 

I once had to pull a two inch nail out of the bottom of my foot in complete darkness using a pair of pliers and an old towel. The next day I walked barefoot on the beach because I’m built different. 

As a person with O- blood, strange supernatural things happen to me often. I have two lines, seemingly parallel, on the back of my right hand. When I touch the scars, my fingers feel like the aline scalpels that cut me all those years ago. I don’t remember the abduction, but I know I didn’t cry because I’m built different. 

The Tale of Pamela the Wizard

Written for my friend’s college graduation, May 2018   Once upon a time in a faraway land, Pamela slept tight – spell book in hand. For three years she’d studied, and studied, and thought to learn to use magic, completely self-taught.   Tomorrow’s the day where she’d show off her stuff to prove to the worldContinue reading “The Tale of Pamela the Wizard”