by Anna Blankenship | Oct 28, 2019 | Brain Thoughts
I remember it being hard to breathe. Well, I mean I could breathe a little, but it hurt. And my throat felt like someone had taken a cup full of sand from the Serengeti and poured it down my throat. The panic on my aunt and uncle’s face frightened me as my uncle...
by Anna Blankenship | Oct 21, 2019 | Brain Thoughts
Canto XII of Dante’s Inferno Do you know what I like about stories? Stories are like bread. Mmmm… bread. Warm fresh bread right out of the oven. Right out of the pan. Can you see it? Can you see the steam rising as you cut yourself a slice? As you spread...
