I’ve been writing for as long as I’ve known how to read. My family can attest to this as I brought home a new freshly written story almost every other day from school. Most were hand drawn picture books with…
I’ve been writing for as long as I’ve known how to read. My family can attest to this as I brought home a new freshly written story almost every other day from school. Most were hand drawn picture books with…
When I was in the 1st grade, I wrote a book called Sometimes. This book was more of a poem, with a line of prose starting with the word “sometimes” in the center of an 8×11 white paper all bound…
I’m working on some new poems for this summer season, regardless if they have to do with summer or not, but I will post them when they are ready to be read. In the meantime, I thought I would showcase…
I’m writing this while still being caught up with Inception and its crucial last scene ending. I want to call it a “twist-ending” but I think it’d be more correct to call it an ambiguous ending, since so many people…
Every so often I need to be reminded to “stop and smell the roses.” Well, today I’m not near any roses so daffodils will have to do. On sunny, warm Saturday afternoons like today has been, it is important to…
Last week I started a little controversial debate about animals in the wild having emotional feelings. Surely my argument didn’t have a scientific leg to stand on, but so what, call it fictional creative writing expression. I was just masking…
Over the past weekend, when I wasn’t outside being attacked by pollen while enjoying good old-fashioned daylight and mild temperatures, I had locked myself away in my room watching Lost season 3 online. My cinephile friend and I have been…