Author Olivia Buswell
Post-Collegiate Contemplation “You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here?” The words came into her ears harsher than Holland meant them. What was she doing here? This particular customer had been coming in every few days since she… Continue Reading →
People were trying to tell him he was a genius. As Henry walked along the side of the board room table, people kept on shaking his hand. Patting his back. Telling him he was a genius. The only thing he… Continue Reading →
The Rush of Piccadilly Circus. I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos. The bustling streets of London are all I’ve ever dreamed, but it’s a different type of chaos than that in New York. Well,… Continue Reading →
Some Time Missed Can’t Be Gotten Back “I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” These are the words uttered on repeat by Dennis Grey as he sits on the flimsy chairs at gate 32… Continue Reading →