December 2010
2 posts
The Gas Station
Here’s a short story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. Hope you like it.
The Gas Station
The desert was desolate. Once you looked past the gray gas station, with its haggard sign looking so depressed that you’d swear it was closed, you could see for miles. As the beat up black car pulled up to the pump, the man in the front passenger seat rolled his eyes. The woman in the...
It's an Exciting Time to be Me
I’m back in Pittsburgh for winter break, and seeing all of my friends and the city has reminded me of the fact that this might be my last trip here for a while. You see, if I get a job in Columbia following graduation (as I am thinking I might), I will be leaving behind all of those that I know here. I’ve already not seen a whole lot of my Pittsburgh friends since I’ve been in...