A Visceral Experience

Has your stomach ever rumbled so hard that it sounds like some hard rock bass lines are thumping their way through your entire body? That’s what this night was like. I hadn’t eaten since the night before and I was becoming grumpy.

Who Are They?

I was at work last night tending bar like normal, when I look up at one of the televisions and see John Boyega in an upcoming movie called Detroit. I watched what I could of the trailer, and it looked like a promising movie. All of a sudden, an idea triggered in the back of my mind.

Lost in Dreams

For my creative writing class, I had to write a short story this week. Now, I’ve always been the type of person to write plays or full length stories, so this assignment was not easy. The word count for this story was capped at 1,400 words, but unfortunately, I surpassed that by quite a bit. […]

The Shattered Heart

I remember attempting to write Shakespearean sonnets with no success when I was younger. Finding a way to write in iambic pentameter has always been difficult, which is why I think Shakespeare was actually a genius.

Product of My Environment

I have never gotten to experience that independent life where everything was a new experience. Because of this, I have become a product of my environment. Everything I am, was, will be, and have been is because of my environment.