Often times we face moments of doubt. We relate more with the impostor than the artist. Our talent, expertise, passion, and labor are tossed aside in those…… Read more “Am I an Artist or an Impostor?”
She had never noticed how wide the world was before. After years of looking at it from this exact spot, its size still took her by surprise.…… Read more “She’s So Small Down There”
Being a writer is the closest thing to being God. You create, you destroy, and you leave the world to ponder the meaning of it all.
Those imaginary state lines have become a prison for lonely hearts. If you love the person, escape.
We became writers because we believe that things are better left said.
Too many people waste their present trying to make their future exactly like their past.
A young couple walked at a leisurely pace down a quiet street. Their dog, a 75-pound retriever, pulled them along as he looked for attention from any…… Read more “Surviving Homelessness”
A few months ago I made the decision to write everyday. A lot of writers come across similar personal declarations in the hopes of somehow forcing better…… Read more “Should writers really write every day?”
She had waited a long time. So long in fact that she had grown tired and started to believe that maybe it was not in her cards.…… Read more “Long Caged Wild Heart (Short Story)”
She felt darkness approaching upon that godforsaken place. A frigid shade began to slowly erase from her mind the warm noon sunlight that rested upon her exposed…… Read more “The Safety of Darkness (Short Story)”