Last Wednesday morning I was startled awake by my phone ringing. Barely conscious I frantically pawed at my side table, eyes closed, looking for my phone. Groggily I said hello. Apologetically my mother asked if she woke me. It was clear she did but I told her not to worry… ...more
I was going to try to end this year on a high note as last year’s last post was somewhat…depressing? Heavy? Melancholy? But I am not sure if that is going to happen or if we are even going to make it to the end of the year, you know, with doomsday approaching and everything… ...more
Criss crossed, mixed up, twisted
can’t divine my own desire
hell bent, insanity driven, over the edge
who said, he said, they said
I can’t say, no words to whisper
wanna scream, no ears will listen… ...more
So here is my entry into the “writing contest”. Enjoy.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Is what he thinks as he runs down the street. His heart is pumping in his chest just like his legs pump to keep him moving. He looks over his shoulder… ...more
We are going to try something here. Cory, my fellow / guest blogger, came up with the idea of us doing a kind of writing contest. We will come up with a basic premise or topic and then write a story based on that, edit and post. Then have our readers comment and see who’s… ...more
This is my attempt at writing something about love. I wrote it a couple of years ago and I know it is not the greatest but I like it. I have a soft spot for it. I think it is appropriate for this time of year. Enjoy.
Is this what love is?
I have been meaning to post some of my fiction for some time but I can’t bring myself to post any of it. For some reason I have a habit of being pretty depressive when I write. So I have decided to post some of my random dialogue. I do seem to be a bit ...more
The light in the window was comforting; it was a tradition of his childhood that he couldn’t easily give up. That was until he reached the door and crossed the threshold. There was something uneasy about the shadows. They seemed somehow … denser, darker, almost like a tangible presence ready to lunge rather than a… ...more
… Screaming. Why is there always screaming?
I am keenly aware of how early I have been up today and all the days leading up to it. The chaos is doing all kinds of mind warping things to me. I can hear one of our assistants, Elan, yelling to the frigid molecules in the… ...more
I always believed the raven, although majestic in its blackened beauty was normally a solitary bird so it shocked me to see a flock of thousands upon opening the door. I must have given them a fright as well for all at once they took flight making early morning an artificial blue/black night. The sound… ...more