Wannabe writer with hobby of art. Stay and you'll glimpse a small piece of my heart.
He freezes, his legs bent to run. There are too many things to respond to—her use of that name, her claim that his family still thinks of him, her sudden reappearance here, or the fact that she has collected even more questions for him.
Read moreThe rattle of Wildspeech's door jerks him into stupefied waking. The door jumps and jolts against the storage shelves he braced there, each blow shoving them back. He burrows deeper into the fragments of moss and feathers.
Read moreThis thing changes its face in ways that suggest it isn't a solid creature. If it isn't a solid creature, it can likely reshape itself. If it can reshape itself, it must know next to nothing if it looks like that.
Read moreHis eyelids slam open. For two seconds, he is sure that he has slept too long. Nobody woke him. The hammer is coming for his legs.
Read moreAs I work on the end of an upcoming story arc, Remara and the Tiny Man, I wanted to take a moment and trace the history of this particular segment.
Read moreIt was my honor to host Thanksgiving this year. I was in charge of making a turkey for the first time. Here is the result.
Read moreAskfriend wonders: What do you believe to be your purpose in life? Does it change/evolve with time?
Read moreVisits to my sister in Lancaster have begun to incorporate a meal of home-grilled burger patties made with local ingredients. DELISH.
Read moreCovers: Social Justice Fallacies, 19 Minutes to Live, Star Trek: Enterprise, Black Widow, and more!
Read moreAskfriend wonders, "Do you feel fulfilled in life? Did you have any aspirations growing up? Have you accomplished those?"
Read moreI've enrolled in a writing class called Writing Close to the Earth. We just received our first reading materials recently, and the first class activity based on them is a truly fun one.
Read moreI get injured in the stupidest ways.
Read moreMost of the time my dreams are silly. If you took a video game and crossed it with an action movie, that would be a good basis for my standard dream. Last night I had one that gave me reason to think it was a bit more than the standard brainchurn.
Read moreI don't take a stand. I don't make waves. Unless I gauge that I'm talking to someone who likely shares my beliefs, I don't bring mine up. I bite my tongue. I grit my teeth.
Read moreWhen I am in peak anxiety and most music scrapes my nerves raw, it is Owl City and Enya that can reach me in that dark place.
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