The Ghost Writer
The writer that speaks mysteries from a place of anonymity
"It's Rehab Time"
Trent Simmons Shelton: I never knew him as a Football player, even though he was. He played college football for Baylor then moved on to the Indianapolis Colts as an undrafted free agent in 2007, Seattle Seahawks (2008), Washington Redskins (2009), and the Tulsa Talons (2011).
Inception of Mind-Bending Movies
"Inception": If this is a movie you loved then "Limitless" and "Lucy" are my Hot Tips for what should be next in your lineup! With the “Unknown” as my Hot Tip Bonus Kicker today!
Monologue of a Cipher
Injured and stressed, restlessness overcame. Then came the discovery of My-Space. Budding communities filled with artists of all kinds.
How to Get Away with Murder
"How to Get Away with Murder" begs attention for sure! If this is a show you loved then "YOU" and "The Sinner" are my Hot Tips for what should be next in your lineup!
Mariah sighed, thinking about all there was to accomplish today. While something lingered in the air; an instinctive uncomfortable feeling overcame her. Now fidgeting, waiting in line at her favorite coffee shop. Beginning to look around the room, nothing seemed unusual. The chatty upbeat couple in the corner having breakfast, the older man by himself seemingly absorbed in the daily newspaper, and the table full of what appeared to be young executive types, having an informal meeting; where the tension could be felt on the surface of forced laughter and frivolity.
Love Letters to Myself
"Am I allowed to love myself? screamed within my ears After countless cuts from life have bled throughout the years Where tongues have pierced everything, that once, I held so dear
The Balancing of the Scales
The ineffable challenge of life; to find balance. This I am reminded of by the stars, and the sign I was born under. I seek this often, sometimes daily. Yet there have been many times when I have tipped the scales weighing life from one side much heavier and more pronounced than the other. It was like being centered somehow did not provide the challenge or growth necessary. Sitting and judging from that fence lost its authenticity. So began the tipping game. Personality and life choices taking proverbial walks on the wild side. It was as though I had to jump on the other side, to be flung in the air; to feel alive and taste the game.