Hello Fellow Readers! On my journey toward uncovering my writer's voice, I've found myself in the dungeons of self-pity more often than I'd like to admit. The 'woe is me' lamentations of others echoing more clearly around me. In my weakened state, society's 'anything goes' environment seems way too happy to back me up. Doing their … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: The influence of Personal Heroes, Humble Beginnings, and Gratitude on the Depressed Brain… PART 1
I had a thought while running today that really stuck with me. I think it stuck with me because it was the perfect example of why I try not to say things out loud until I've properly thought them through. When words leave our lips too soon, before they are ready, they tend to leave … Continue reading Running Thoughts Are Better Left Written Down
The View Imagine looking down from the mountain side after pulling off the winding road for a moments peace. A moment unhindered by the heat blistering through the slitted vents at either side of your head. The same heat that's given you the strength and clarity to drive almost an hour just before dawn, to … Continue reading Adjacent Titles: Chapter One
Chapter Three 'A Dead Girl' "Hey Ash, I just wanted to call and tell you I love you. I know I haven't been a part of your life lately..." The voice spilling over Ashley's speakerphone cut out unnaturally. She paused at the fridge, holding on to the door but paying more attention to the tone … Continue reading A Series of Unwitting Conspirators: Chapter 3
Olivia sat hard on the box spring, the checkered comforter barely cushioned her landing as a pain shot up her spin through a loud creaking beneath her sore bum. "Ouch!" She frowned and rolled to the side leaving room to rub the sore spots. It was official, she was going to hate this place as … Continue reading Chapter One: This is Your Home Now
https://youtu.be/zU7co2-yn_Q From the Inside, Out... We can be free, we can be free, what does that sentiment say to me? I close my eyes and I'm surrounded in green, the leaves of trees whisper to me of the things they have seen, They don't bare the harsh assessment they never condemn, green to my namesake, They give … Continue reading Day 1: “In the Woods”
Sometimes it begins with a picture, sometimes with a single sound, and then before you know it, you are out adventure bound, the structure of life was never meant to be rigid, buying into the cold cut American dream just seems frigid, peddling slices of humanity one piece at a time, selling the lot for … Continue reading I See You
... Or This Means War... A Bitter Battle With Winter As told before coffee... It's so stupid cold outside I would rather stay within these walls and hide, curled up in my blankets with a steaming mug of joy. I take in its phantom aromas still weighed down in darkness wrapped in the confines of … Continue reading Give Me Coffee…
The Inkling 