Hello! I'm an amateur writer with a love for the weird and fantastic. I mostly write fiction but have decided to challenge myself to write more things that are non-fiction. Please enjoy the ride!
Jameson Cooper walked outside in the drizzling rain, a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand and a toolbox in the other. He wore a baseball cap on his balding head and a grim look on his weathered face. He had on a plaid jacket, mud-stained pants, and a pair of black boots. He was walking down to the shore over unsteady rocks and sloshy mud. The sight that greeted him once he was there was unpleasant but not unexpected. A section of the fence that separated the town of Saltstone from the shore was knocked over, exposing the white sandy beach that faded into the blue-grey ocean water.
The Existence of Nothing
“There’s nothing here,” said the many action movie characters that just busted down a door or wall only to find that the thing they were searching for is missing. But what is nothing? Does the word “nothing” mean what we really perceive it to be? Or is nothing really something? These are the questions that have been plaguing the mind of the author of this paper for many nights now. It is about time that I get to the bottom of it, if only to move on to other puzzling questions (such as whether or not all things have an “outline” like in cartoons or drawings and if so, does that apply to things that are blurry as well? This is a topic for another day, however). It is my own opinion that nothing both exists and does not exist, acting as the Schrodinger’s Cat of metaphysics. To get to the bottom of this puzzle, however, we must first define nothing, then dive into the past to explore the origins of this philosophy, and then share the arguments for and against its existence until a new definition has made itself known.
Glass to Gold: Chapter 4
Author's note: Hello! Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. School has just started again and consumes most of my time. But here it is! Chapter 4 of the Glass to Gold series. If you missed the last chapter click here. If you haven't read any of this story and think that this is your kind of party, click here to start at the beginning. Thank you for reading! Please enjoy!
My Happy Place
I have loved art since I was three years old, drawing on the walls with crayons (to my mother’s dismay). I remember sitting around and coloring in my coloring book for hours at a time, totally content with myself. I did not have a great childhood. But my mom was the best, most amazing, and supportive person in my life and she still is. My ex-stepfather, well, he was a different story. I won’t go into details about this, but he was my family’s abuser as well as mine. Every time the abuse happened, I would cry as silently as I could for a few hours. and then I would open my coloring book and color. It was my happy place. It helped me leave the memories of the abuse behind and refresh my world. As I got older, the coloring turned into drawing.
Glass to Gold: Chapter 3
Author's note: Hello everyone! This chapter is much shorter than I originally meant for it to be, but if I had done everything I had wanted to do in this chapter, it would have been really long like chapter 1. If you missed chapter 2 click here or if you are new to this party and want to read from the beginning, click here. I hope you enjoy this short chapter! Keep your eyes peeled for the next one! It's going to get interesting.
Colorado State Space Agency
Author's note: This is an essay I wrote for school that I am particularly proud of as academic writing is not my niche. The inspiration for this piece was the "Space Race" that started after Russia launched Sputnik 1. I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a heart if you do. :) I also wanted to post this as a reference for myself in the future to see if my own views on the subject will change as I am currently on a quest to become an astrophysicist.
Natural Treatments for Prostate Cancer?
Author's note: This was the first essay I wrote in college. The topic was near and dear to my heart as I worked with cancer patients of every kind. My message to anyone that reads this is to make sure you inform the men in your life to have their prostates checked regularly when they hit that age! Prostate cancer is the #1 killer cancer for men. Please leave a heart and feel free to share this with those at risk in your lives!
Socks Should Be Free
Socks should be free. I've said this since he was three. My child's toes are bare. For the life of me, I cannot find a single pair.