: About Me

One young man resides in Connecticut. He runs the streets and in the fall, he takes to the starting line for his cross country season. Throughout the year, this young man is always running. His shoes meet the rubbery surface of the track, and he competes with a smile on his face.

When the winter months roll around, he takes to the ski-slopes, carving his snowboard into the powdery snow.

Our young man sings and plays guitar, and he has been involved with several bands. He currently writes music, and has always considered writing as a window to another world.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A boy and his dog

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Ever since dad died, things were never the same around the house. Holidays lacked their luster, soccer games were never as exciting as they had been. I went to sleep at night with my mind running wild, my thoughts racing. Mom did everything she could to make things normal. She was always there for me, and I was always there for her. I was a seventeen year old kid who could play about five chords on guitar, and couldn't seem to grow side-burns just right. I wore awkward band tee-shirts, and I could never get my hair into that scene kid look everyone was raving about. Tried gaging my ears on...

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