This is Part V of my latest short story. Part I of Until You've Bled is here. f course Ned didn't have set office hours. "Whenever you need me, I'll make time to see you." That is what's on his placard. And a phone number. No other Professor is like…
This is Part IV of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. "Don't call me Mr. Westmore. Call me Ned. Mr. Westmore's my dad." He's probably in his 40s. Doesn't act like it though. Acts like a cross between a really old man and a kid. Or not a really…
This is Part III of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. ophomore year. Dad lived long enough for her to declare her major. Biology. Something she excels at. Something Jess leads her entire class at. Yet, she finds solace in sitting at the coffee shop drawing random people. Or…
This is Part II of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. "Teacher's pet". "Kiss ass". "Brown noser". Yeah, she's heard it all. Maybe if the others actually focused on doing their work instead of trying to be popular, they'd get decent grades. They didn't like Jessica. An otherwise good…
This is Part I of Until You've Bled t's been said that greatness requires either madness or sadness. Or a combination of both. Little Jessica had the best relationship with her father. Her Daddy loved her. And took her everywhere. The two of them were inseparable. Daddy loved Jessica every…