The name's Andrew. I'm a junior in college and working towards a BFA in Creative Writing. I'm trying my best.

"You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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  • JoinedJune 24, 2012

Stories by Andrew
arden, in peril by wolfsheim
arden, in peril
Arden is just one of five thousand people to take part in a new reality - a virtual reality, a city by the na...
sophie. by wolfsheim
Sophie is a girl who liberally loathes intuition, and would much rather have her feet planted in logic and se...
fall by wolfsheim
After the Fall, Charlie decided he would stay calm. But after weeks of sending Beck letters and not hearing a...
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