Zack is a writer from Arizona. He's fascinated with fiction and philosophy.
Ghosts of Gravsmith
Sushi - Off the Grid!
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Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky - this was a relatively new phenomena. Like all terrestrial bonds, though, the horizon was rekindled and made new. Parts of the whole were highlighted and polished to last forever; that went for all relationships, aware or otherwise.
Skin Walk with Me
If walls could talk, they’d teach you a thousand words for shame. I have no memory of what came before me – this is perhaps our only overlap. Some entities are visitors and others hosts; the most fortunate are the ones who live as both. I am sought by eternal guests in every age and era.
The Value of Web Presence
The Breakdown I’ve been writing on Vocal for eight months, and the experience has coaxed some of my best short fiction out. They reeled me in with their unique short story challenges. I spent a couple of months submitting and losing in contests like the Runaway Train and The Aquarium – but I caught early spirits with a Runner-Up placing in the New Worlds challenge.
- Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge
- Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge
In the House of the WaspRunner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There wasn’t a room, of course. At least she didn’t think so. Her vision was just temporarily framed like that – she imagined it was akin to horse blinders.
My House Mouse Removal Method
I will preface this by saying I like mice – I think they’re cute. Alas, they have no place in my home! This will serve as a field guide for domestic mouse removal, based on my own experiments from the last three weeks. I am rid of all pests after what seemed like endless trials and errors.
The Lost Art of Writing
Writing Defined When a writer completes a sentence, even in the simplest of settings, they’re sharing a sliver of themselves – something they didn’t just string together, but carefully constructed from start to finish. A writer using words is like a musician tuning their instrument; language becomes the chord on which we writers callus our fingers.