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 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. She had waited a long time. So long in fact that she had grown tired and started to believe that…… 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)”
It was around noon when Jared, Cory and I arrived at a local swimming hole. We climbed over a rusty fence, ignoring the “No Trespassing” signs…… Read more “Facing Death in the Saluda River”
All good things must come to an end they say, which conversely suggests that all bad things must have a beginning. I do hope that the beginning…… Read more “Starting at the Close”