Shifting Gears, Shifting Perspectives
They told me I was suspended in the air for four seconds. Just four seconds, barely enough time to take a good deep breath before you hit the gas.
Allyship: Supporting the Cause When No One's Watching
The other day, I stumbled across a Facebook post in one of the Vocal community groups that moved me so deeply I had to take several minutes to process the wave of feelings that rolled through me. It was a sudden shock to my system, to put it simply; Disappointment, Surprise, Awe, Gratefulness. A cacophony of emotions welled up simply from witnessing the interactions of a dozen or so people who I would consider my peers.
Vocal Creators I'm Loving: 10 Creators I Subscribed To The Moment The Feature Dropped
It's here, and I can't imagine living without it. What was life like yesterday, blissfully unaware of my favorite creators posting into oblivion as I floated through my day? How did I survive, so unfulfilled and oblivious of the brilliance they released on the regular?
5 Google Chrome Browser Extensions to Help You Save The Planet, One Click At A Time
Anyone who has ever been on the internet for more than a few minutes has been blasted with advertisements, one way or another.
Suicide Note from the Funny Guy
Photo (and above) from Oleg Ivanov on Unsplash I’m sorry I had to leave. I mistook those little white pills for candy
The Hollandale Whodunit
With Madame Serena at gunpoint and Calvin busy with trying to not to breathe too deeply around the penknife pressed against his Adam’s apple, I couldn’t imagine they’d be looking my direction.
Our Little Talks At Four A.M.
She liked to make me wait, staring through the peephole for long, sleepy moments until I’d turn to retreat. Then she would open the door; a smooth, practiced motion that caused her own personal wind to blow back her curls, nearly unseating the careful-placed marigold behind her ear.
The Shark in the Rice Field
It didn’t smell like anything yet, but it would soon; The sun guaranteed it, peeking coyly behind the clouds to gawk at the ruined village below. People were strewn across the rice field in a variety of states; broken bodies that had been crushed by the first impact had been carried miles, while waterlogged citizens lay drowned and limp relatively close by. Deposited, just as Mei Tanaka was, in the center of a field they had never been in before.