Mangascribbler

    “You’ve gotta be freaking kidding me.”    Nicklaus ignored the groan behind him and carefully placed a snow globe on the shelf. He turned it around so the red dragon on his pile of coins would face the room. He had no idea who this “Smaug,” as the small label on the base of the snow globe called him, was, but he seemed the stereotypical dragon: greedy and smug. Nicklaus shoved him back to make room for the purple grinning cat.    There was only room in this apartment for one dragon.    Something landed with a thud behind him, but he only glanced down long enough to determine the wellbeing of the other s

some days, mom wears the divorce like a locket around her neck. it's a simple piece - clearly once beautiful, now tarnished, and she never opens it anymore. some days, mom wears the divorce like a bruise, like the ones he left on her arms. some days, she covers up with makeup, pretty clothes, forced smiles. other days, she wears it like a badge, as if to say i got through this, i am strong. some days, she is open and honest and unafraid, and on these days, she talks about the damage and wounds left behind, and i wonder if all her scars are shaped like his hands, too. some days, mom wears divorce like a sweater, like it's cold outside eve