I write in erratic lengths and it's often a stream of consciousness than anything cohesive. Magical Realism? Yeah, I guess that's what I write.
149The town of Willowby slumbers at the edge of the world. Its people a bit eccentric, a bit weird but with enough heart to warm you up. Amidst all of that is Neil Grayson, a quiet unassuming second year student floating through life- purposeless and void. All but for his music. On a warm summer af...
