Young, living - thriving? Writing every emotion, idea, or dream that intrigues me enough to put into a long string of words for others to absorb - in the hopes that someone relates, understands, and appreciates.
- Top Story - November 2023
Is Writing My Future? Top Story - November 2023
I write because I honestly can’t draw what I see in my head. No, but really, why do I write? Why do I waste time sitting in front of blank screens and empty pieces of paper, the pristine white taunting me, pushing me away, telling me not to come back unless I actually have a good idea?
What is this? Who am I? Rising from a shadow, the warmth rolls along skin and speckles. It hurts, just a bit. What is that brightness? It stings to look at. Don’t look at it, but its heat feels divine. Familiar, the blue of the sky enfolding and comforting, like a mother’s embrace.
Shattered Faith, Restored Spirituality
Oh no, here we go. Another story about religion that has the potential to cause chaos and create havoc. Another story to bash those who are religious and to ruin the relationship I have with my family if they were to stumble across this piece.
The Brass Society
Preface The badge was new as the young pilot removed it from the collar of his chestnut leather bomber jacket. Slightly warm, too, the heat of the engravings still glowing from under his touch. A smirk pulled at his lips as he set it aside on the console of his airship.
- Top Story - September 2023
Highway to the StarsTop Story - September 2023
Now, I’m not going to do this experience justice. I’m not going to be able to describe the feelings and visuals, but I’m hoping it’ll be enough to maybe connect or convince someone enough to seek this sight for themselves.
When the Pencil Hit the Paper
When I was young, I never understood writing for fun. It honestly just happened. I never sat at the kitchen table pondering potential themes and stories, never created characters and explored their arcs at the familiar and sacred space of my desk. I had a pile of journals that I loved to collect, but never write in, and occasionally I’d sift through and find the prettiest one and just - wing it. At the age I was, I never recognized it as a hobby. I never recognized plot points or utilized character sheets, never made outlines, or even went back and edited what I wrote. I’d open the journal, pick up a pencil, and just write what was on my mind. And somehow, as an 11-year-old, was able to string together enough words and thoughts to create stories - not very flushed out - but they were stories nonetheless.
Sally Sells Seashells
Where do seashells come from? There exists an incredible sea monster along the ocean floor. A massive monster who many fear just for his size alone, rivaling the biggest whales and even the Kraken itself. This monster, however, is gentle and kind; humble in his trade, and sole purpose dedicated to the creation of small and delicate shells. Crafted from the stones he finds within the ocean’s mud floor, digging and sifting until he finds that perfect stone in which to create his next shell. Using his different tentacles and tools to chip away and shape, and sediment from the ocean floor for its beautiful coloring. From clams to mollusks, barnacles, oysters, scallops, sea snails, and all of the sea urchins, and hermit crabs in between. This monster sees all crustaceans alike to fit and tailor their shells, these smaller creatures even giving the monster a name befitting for their shell maker - Ostrac.
Me, Myself, & Anxiety
anx·i·e·ty noun: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. psychiatry: a mental condition characterized by excessive apprehensiveness about real or perceived threats, typically leading to avoidance behaviors and often to physical symptoms such as increased heart rate and muscle tension.