by Christian Velilla (This story contains attempted suicide.) I find myself in that icy corner of my room, with my body lost in inaudible sobs and tears that I only feel running down my cheeks, but they are nothing more than vivid flashes of my imagination; like little diamonds that…
THE INFOMERCIAL HOURS I flip from station to station of promises for cures to what spins around in my after-midnight mind. For only three payments of $29.99, I can lose weight, tighten muscles, peel back years like Joan Lunden. Only seven minutes left to sign up for a seminar on…