“As a writer, you often feel invisible. No one is waiting for what you are writing; life goes on as you sit behind your… — James Morris Copy Share
“No, I didn't spit in her food. That's gross. But I did wipe her bun on the bottom of my shoe.” — James Morris Copy Share
“I close my eyes, but my mind runs and runs. Tubes and fluids enter my body, but there's nothing to stop the anxiety. My… — James Morris Copy Share
“I walked away, feeling his eyes on me and I felt… connected somehow. As if I just met the missing piece of the puzzle… — James Morris Copy Share
“I always felt prom was one of those overrated high school conventions that people put too much importance on, like New Year's Eve parties… — James Morris Copy Share
“I have tried so hard to forget, but memory is a stubborn thing. Memories linger no matter what I do. They're there all the… — James Morris Copy Share
“There was no outlet, my fear was so deep and tangible I couldn't scream. It felt like an actual substance that enveloped my body,… — James Morris Copy Share
“Hope it didn't come easy. It had to be continuously created and called upon or it would disappear as soon as something else took… — James Morris Copy Share
“Entering the rain forest was like passing through a green curtain into a massive haunted room. It was as claustrophobic as I feared. We… — James Morris Copy Share
