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
Category: Excerpts
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…
Preparations for a Hike…
Eric scanned the pantry – a can of chicken broth, a pack of tortillas, a box of PopTarts – until his eyes landed on the granola bars. “You said to grab five right?” He yelled like one must to reach a recipient one floor up and a few rooms over. “Yep,” the nearby answer made… Continue reading Preparations for a Hike…
The Boy and the Cat
I had usually been posting the first Wednesday of every month, but it's been too long to wait until the day arrives! This piece began as an attempt at flash fiction (typically standalone, a page or less) for my advanced fiction writing workshop this spring. Having received feedback that it seemed more like a novel… Continue reading The Boy and the Cat
A Note to my Readers…
When I began creating this blog about year ago, I imagined it as a place purely for my fiction writing. I thought if I also included scripts, then why not include articles, or essays, or photos of books! But I didn’t want the idea to stray from the creative writing process and turn into a collaboration… Continue reading A Note to my Readers…
Brooks’ Banana Fritters
“Sophia,” I wake to the whisper of my mom above me. “Honey, it’s time to wake up.” She pats my hip, but I still don’t budge. “You have church in half an hour and we were late last week.” I groan a little, but the small sign of life is enough to get my mom… Continue reading Brooks’ Banana Fritters
