i'm just an educator stumbling upon new ways to do my job better (i hope)


Heaving, retching, wrenching his hands, he labored but could not expel the demon. How much longer, he wondered, will this exorcism last? And when shall I be free? Sweat beaded on his forehead and the small of his back. HIs breath caught in his lungs, and he closed his eyes.

The Unlucky Ones

An Obscenely High Bar for my 2012 Reads: Pulphead