-you told me there was a spot-light above our heads.” That the cracked sidewalk we stood upon was a stage. You left my warm hand to turn and face the road. An audience of debris sat in the orchestra section of the curb. The general seating was filled with pools of reflections. Lit apartments and […]Read More “Late one night we were walking and-
What is the definition of emotions? Not simply the explanation of meaning found in the dictionary, but the figurative lines that define them in our lives. For me these boundaries blur. Can you clearly show me the differences? I pose these questions to myself, as a writer who seeks to enhance his skill, to progress. […]Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 25
You wake up thirty minutes later than usual. It’s Friday, life is good, and the morning is here! The dishes in the sink aren’t a hassle to clean, their chatter as they are washed and stacked mingle together with the songs of sparrows outside the window. They seem ever excited for the new day and […]Read More Friday
Abel’s eyes grew heavy. He could feel the blood pump rhythmically through the tender skin of his eyelids, every beat adding a pound of weight. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the weight, let those tiny doors shut him into the darkness, and have them be locked tight by long tangled lashes. […]Read More Running on Shuffle
I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life – but there was no one to tell me. -George Washington Carver “Five…” Jake slurred out the word, his hands getting sweating as his […]Read More Colorblind, hue #2
I wanted to write something different. Something that you could later describe to a friend as quirkey or weird. Anything really. As long as it was not ordinary. As long as it stayed away from that black spot of the human mind where things are lost, hiding behind the affirming nods and understanding smiles. It’s […]Read More The mission of a story.
Since I had set out to continuously write on this website, it is remarkable to find that only nineteen days have been recorded thus far. And while there are instances when other works stand in place for a given day, I had assumed to be much “older” as it were. The original purpose of this […]Read More Progression of a writer; Day 19