Color blind, hue #1

There was once a boy, who was born by the crashing waves of the sea! Excuse me, I sometimes have a flair for dramaticism, please don’t misinterpret my meaning, for it is not supposed to sound more fantastical than necessary. Let me try once more, simply put this time. When the boy came […]

Progression of a writer; Day 8

When I was is first grade I was assigned to fill in a color wheel. I remember the excitement I felt first learning that colors could blend and change. I couldn’t imagine my life being stripped of its vibrancy and energy. A trait of the world and a voice for nature, color to me was […]

Progression of a writer; Day 7

There is a place that I love to sit and “people watch” It is a hobby that I have found to be entirely unique is its passiveness. It requires simply a comfortable seat and an eye for observation. My spot is in the far corner of a small patch of grass. Shaded by trees and […]

Progression of a writer: Day 6

I am challenged by the heat of the day. A sense of rivalry starts to rise. The challenger? Simply myself. Every ache I feel in my body and every thought that pleads to hide in the shade, wait out the heat, and try again with better conditions. I come into this new week with […]

PREVIEW: Warm Wood

This is a preview of the first pages for the upcoming short story, “Warm Wood”. I am a avid fan of spaghetti westerns and wanted to write a story with my own take on an iconic weapon, the 1873 Winchester repeating rifle, more well known as… The Gun That Won The West. Warm Wood […]

Progression of a writer: Day 5

Today I have reached the wall. An obstruction of infinite height and length, with neither crack nor chipped edge to show weakness. In fact the wall is empty of all expression and detail. A terrifying power that leaves me expressionless and blank. Many writers talk about the wall. Some even see it even less as […]

Progression of a writer: Day 4

The weather has turned a corner, leaving me to shiver in its wake. Summer has finally decided to rest its weary head, having spent all of its heat and light over the last long months. Now is the time of the sweater and spiced drinks with rising steam. Cool air slipping under the arms causing […]

Progression of a writer; Day 3

My timeline is already off. What began as a pledge to contribute towards daily writings has turned into desperate attempts to spark ingenuity onto the page between my breaks at work or brief moments found in heating frozen dinners. Having now found a true moment to contemplate my predicament, I find myself staring at an […]

Progression of a writer; Day 2

I write in a haze. My senses dulled by medicine and illness, the two waging a war inside my sinuses, leaving beads of sweat on my brow and a runny nose. It even takes hold of my mind, and I struggle to find anything more to express then the discomfort that I feel. The day […]

Falling for Apples, part one

It was an ordinary day when Isaac set out on his escape. A day when the weather gave no evidence towards a single imperfection, yet never satisfactory enough so as to be remarked in the books of history. Look at the pages yourself and notice no blemish there made by the beauty of nature. […]