I could still remember when I came home from school crying because I was always picked last in gym. It wasn’t because everyone hated me, but in a world where the kid next to you could control water and his friend could jump so high he nearly hit the ceiling, a girl who could barely… Continue reading A Mother and Daughter Memory
An Unexpected Message…
The strangest part about the note was that Marcus did not remember ever buying the fedora he had found it in. He had just come back from picking up breakfast for himself and a few of the other young men at the orphanage, and had gone to put some change in a small jar on… Continue reading An Unexpected Message…
Featured Quote, The Time Traveler’s Almanac
"Because the truth is, fiction is one of the most effective time travel machines in the universe and always has been." - Ann and Jeff VanderMeer, The Time Traveler's Almanac
Declan – Present
Delia was one of those untouchable girls. She wasn’t cold, and she wasn’t arrogant either. I thought, rather, it had something to do with the red lipstick. She didn’t always wear bangs but for as long as I could remember she wore that red lipstick. The bangs seemed to be more like bookends, there in… Continue reading Declan – Present
Book Review: My Husband’s Wife
“It strikes me that different people from various walks of life might be tending their gardens at precisely this moment all over the world.” – Jane Corry - Let me start by saying that My Husbands Wife is a novel worthy of several pages of thoughts and review (of course, positive ones). However, I read this… Continue reading Book Review: My Husband’s Wife
Another Peak Into the World of Scriptwriting…
During the Fall of 2018, while everyone else was out scaring each other at corn mazes, I was cooped up on my bed working on my final project for my senior capstone course: a masters course in screenwriting. For the final project, I pitched an idea for a feature film, which meant that I was… Continue reading Another Peak Into the World of Scriptwriting…
An Apology of Skittles…
I’m standing outside of Mareina’s door in my suit because I didn’t allow myself time to change. It’s pouring, and the expensive brown loafers I bought to play dress-up in the place of work shoes are soaked thin. My suit sleeves hang like a poncho. Why isn’t she answering? My nerves begin to swell, but… Continue reading An Apology of Skittles…
