Personal Essay

When I met Sammy’s English teacher, Mr. Wyatt, I felt the typical schoolgirl crush on him, as much as I hated to admit it. His smile lit up the room; I saw him teach one time and he was extremely good with the kids. When I looked at him, I felt like my heart was

Shitty Endings

FADE IN: INT. STANFORD MEN’S ROOM – AFTERNOON A 20-year-old SAM WINCHESTER exits the stall and holds the phone between his ear and his shoulder, so he can wash his hands. He doesn’t notice yet, but there is a mysterious taller figure looking at him. SAM (on the phone): Hey, babe, it’s me! Yeah, just