Hank giggled, burrowing closer to Joe as she grew quiet and thoughtful in the calm after the storm they'd created together on the shores of Lake Erie. Here, where the world ended and began, it was suddenly so easy to see how Hank had gone from having nothing to having everything, and all while still being able to go home again. Mom was the ( Read more... )

Mom was the statistic Hank never wanted to be, but somewhere she started to realize there was a difference between being the girl who couldn't get out...and the girl who found something worth sticking around for.

Writer's Block Meme1. On the first night, write a single sentence that could appear at any point in your eventual story ( Read more... )