Miss Delaney
In the middle of my fifth winter, I slipped and fell and cracked my head open on a set of cement stairs because I thought the paint on the railings was wet.
2009-12-04 08:58:15 / Rating: 91.25 / 
Story archives - tag: "ice"
Sarah
As I fell through the ice on Lake Michigan staring at the morning sun, I realized my night of revelry had made me feel invincible (and I wasn't).
2007-06-21 09:58:21 / Rating: 278.5 /