It’s scary to want to live, because if you die, you lose it.
And we’re all gonna die
Sometimes, in this moment, I think prefer being sad and depressed because I wasn’t afraid of dying. I welcomed it. It made me feel like I had an answer that others didn’t have Continue reading Alive
If I were ever on naked and afraid I’d have to bring sunscreen and my partner would be really pissed Continue reading 🌋🧴If i were ever on Naked and Afraid🧴🌋
“I’m just not connected to it, I don’t see the point. I want to believe that everything happens for a reason, that there is truth and love is real…
But, I feel nothing.” Continue reading “The Maestro” (Morning Fiction 5/15/2018)
“Time continues to flow, the people you meet will come and go, even you. There is no permanency. Eventually, you’ll be gone.”
She kneeled to the floor, tears streaming softly down her face.
“While you’re there, you’ll have them with you. You can’t touch them, or talk to them, or even see them. But up here…” Continue reading “The Makings of a Hero” (Morning Fiction 5/14/2018)
“People either bring you down, or they bring you up, and a lot of times, they don’t even realize it.”
The monk sat quietly as his master spoke.
“The issue your experiencing is control, and, you have none…” Continue reading “The Cubic” (Morning Fiction 5/11/2018)
Since the dawn of human consciousness, we’ve looked to stars and wondered: Why are we here? What are we meant to do? What is our purpose? Continue reading “The Ordinance” (Morning Fiction 5/6/2018 )
Sound pierced the airwaves as the composer sat back in his chair.
The orchestra expressed itself in the music, hands moving in unison as violins and oboes struck vibration through space.
The tension of the music built as the composer absorbed the wave of feeling. The music he had written… Continue reading “The Conductor and his Muse” (Morning Fiction 5/8/2018)
The boy sat up from his chair, gazing softly out of the porthole window.
“So many stars…”
The ship rumbled quietly through the dark of space, pincushions of light piercing the infinite blackness… Continue reading “The Boy on the Spaceship” (Morning Fiction 5/5/2018)
“I just don’t want to live anymore”
The patient stared at the therapist, legs crossed softly in his seat.
“How long have you felt this way?”
The boys shoulder shrugged,
“For as long as I can remember really…”
The therapist glanced down at his notepad: Continue reading The Decision
I’ve written a shitload of words, like, 100’s of thousands of words since January 2015.
Receiving these 250 has made all of the work worth it: Continue reading On Writing