The Other Girl by Alex De La Flor Rough Drafts // Sneak Peaks

it’s raining. you wake up at the break of dawn, you’re confused. it smells like home you stare at the ceiling, failing to form a thought....

It started with an email. Which didn't warrant a reply but received one anyways. Then he showed up at my door. Knocking that same pattern...

I think sometimes I get writers block because I refuse to put my thoughts into the world incomplete.  So here I am, one year later,...