I reached over 300 followers on WordPress, and it’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, so why not combine the two into one post? Because, well, one of the things I’m thankful for is that so many people, despite all the changes, despite all the different things I’ve done in my writing, the audience here continues to grow, and I get emails sometimes from people—and it means the world to me.
I do this blog for almost entirely free and yet it feels like so much a part of my life as a writer. I hope that it stays that way. Continue reading
There is something to be said about the simple things. The tiny actions and circumstances that inspire joy that perhaps we don’t talk about enough.
And, I’m thankful for my family, my health, my privileges, and all the usual things—but with Thanksgiving coming up super soon, I thought I’d do something a bit more outlandish, and tell you, dear reader, about the more abstract things I am thankful for, and appreciate.
So, yeah, let’s get a tad schmaltzy. Continue reading
The fire was warmer than Henry thought it ever could be. This close, it was something beyond heat; it was a dry pain, a wrapping skin melt. And he couldn’t move away from it, that option was even more dangerous. The shiny metal this close to his neck promised a much warmer and wetter pain should he make the attempt.
“You didn’t like my story, huh?” Finn asked, pressing the knife closer. With the light casting on his face, he was the second brightest thing in the forest of barren trees. A fox ran by and cracked twigs, and both boys–even if not consciously–noticed it.
“It wasn’t scary,” Henry replied, his eyes wide. “But I didn’t not like it.”
“What’s wrong with my ghost story? You want to see scary? I can show you scary!” Continue reading
(Originally posted July 16, 2016)
I have no idea if the weight of two people on the hood of a car is good for it. But I don’t care. It holds us up in more than one way.
I stare out at them, the stars, and I think a lot of things. I’m told that’s a pretentious thing to say. I’m told we live in a world full of clichés and platitudes. And yet, like so many before me, I like looking at them, and wondering.
“You’re thinking again,” she says, and I like to hear that voice of hers.
I like to look at her too, even if it’s only this time for a brief sidelong glance. Continue reading
(Originally posted October 17th, 2015)
“I get to play. I get to play. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note.” His little fingers leave red marks on the white keys.
“Hahahahaha. Don’t you love the songs I play?”
His wrists dislocate. The music gets faster. Continue reading
(Originally posted April 9th, 2016)
The nighttime still so soundless,
A monster deep inside us.
Begging to be fed. Continue reading
(Originally posted March 11th, 2015)
For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friend Nemo proposed the idea of a story that used a location as the central character. (You can read the conversation here: Click me). I decided it sounded like a cool idea.
Here’s my attempt at it.
It occurred to me on a random summer night, while I was laying on the singular bed inside a house with no fewer than fifty rooms, that I will never kill anyone. Continue reading
(Originally posted January 17th, 2015)
For everyone who wants to be a writer, I present the honest answers to all of your questions:
What are writers?
People who write words, preferably ones that chain together to mean something.
Can I become a writer?
Who can be a writer?
Anyone. Continue reading
(Originally posted September 21st, 2016)
My first experience with the BioShock franchise came years before I actually found the games. Instead, I learned the lore from random quotes, videos, and audio clips. Rapture: a city run on a variant of Objectivism. And back then, being a kid with a bit of an unchecked ego, I found the idea appealing. What if, like Rapture attempted, humanity took the best and brightest and let them do whatever they wanted away from scrutiny and restriction and censorship? What a world could we make? Continue reading
(Originally posted October 5th, 2016)
Well, they are both art forms. They both revolve around creating a communication, though only one ends in literal digestion. But I mean beyond that.
I’ve been around this blogging thing for a few years now, and occasionally I’ll come across cooking related posts from a blog predominately focused on writing. And for a while, I found that strange. I know people can have, must have, other interests outside of the written word, but it is almost always cooking they bring up on their blogs. Not an eclectic mix of things. Sure there are some outliers, but the amount of culinary fixation was odd.
Not anymore. Because as I cook more and more, I see how the act of making food is like writing in so many ways. Continue reading
(Originally posted July 22nd, 2015)
Hey artists, I want to talk to you. I think there’s something you need to hear. Perhaps it’s the first time someone’s told you these words–but I hope not. And even if they have, you deserve to hear them again.
You’re important. Continue reading
(Originally posted November 15, 2014)
Two flash fictions this week?
Is this some kind of crazy dream?
But even if it is, I invite you to enjoy it.
With a story called:
The Monster at the End of the Hallway
There is a monster at the end of the hallway. I turned on the light and behold he was there. The fact that I had not noticed him ’til now was, to be frank, baffling. The wood in my house should have given me warning, nothing that large could have walked that silently. Continue reading
(Originally posted January 3rd, 2015)
So far I have only been writing flash fiction on this site, but today I present my first foray into it’s much more concise cousin: Microfiction
What is microfiction? Well, I’m glad you asked:
It’s a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, microfiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words.
–Gayle Towell, Litreactor.com
And so, here’s mine. It’s short, it’s somber, and it’s called:
Alcoholic Continue reading
(Originally posted July 12th, 2014)
Notice: The Dragon University would like to inform viewers of this film, that the methods of dragon taming shown are incorrect. Furthermore, any injury caused by utilizing the sub par methods depicted, is not the responsibility of any of the certified Hatcheries. Complaints or other concerns can be voiced to the She-Demons of Riff-Tuu.
Alright so if it was not obvious by now I am a serious sucker for Science Fiction. I watch way more of it, then really anything else. Also almost all of my writing falls into that category. As such, I have never really found the appeal of fantasy. I have even gotten into arguments on the subject. Continue reading
Hey guys! So, it’s that time again. Time for Christmas, and time for me to disappear for a few weeks to spend time with my family. But, unlike the usual, I have a special treat for you while I’m away. Continue reading