“Now that you're an adult, you might still feel a pang of guilt when you decline a dinner invitation in favor of a good book. Or maybe you like to eat alone in restaurants and could do without the pitying looks from fellow diners. Or you're told that you're "in your head too much", a … Continue reading A Survival Guide For Introverts – Part II
Kristian from "Life Lessons Around The Dinner Table" and I have decided to do a multi-perspective story collaboration. Our introduction remains the same and at one point our story splits off into the first-person perspectives of our two main characters. This was an extremely fun and creative writing exercise, and Kristian was an absolute pleasure … Continue reading When It Rains, It Pours – Multi-Perspective Storytelling Ft. Kristian
"You're right. You're not my daughter- and I sure as hell ain't your dad. And we are going our separate ways." - Joel, The Last of US The Last of Us Hey there fellow survivors, now I've never written a blog post about a video game before, but there's a first time for everything, I … Continue reading Why “The Last of Us” Is My Favorite Video Game Of All Time
“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it." ― John Green Introvert Dilemmas An introvert lives in constant peril from the outside world. We are everything that we need in a self-contained little bubble and everything … Continue reading A Survival Guide For Introverts
Another day, another dollar, Driving to work with those same White knuckles, Which grip and steer the heart of his vehicle. He's finding no safety in these seat-belt buckles. If he doesn't crash this car himself, It'd be a miracle. ~ Listening to the same old song On the American top forty. He knows his … Continue reading The Steering Wheel
Hayden woke up to a loud bang on the car door. He jumped up in his seat and pressed his back up against the door behind him. On the other side of the vehicle was an ill-looking man with pale, torn skin and an insane, inhuman look in his eyes. He was smashing on the … Continue reading Travels of The Wild Boy: The Illness (Part IV)
Dawn came upon the town as Hayden slept in a heap upon his mattress. The tapping of raindrops against the bedroom window pane could be heard sounding out rhythmically in the quiet of the morning. With great difficulty Hayden managed to open one eye and then the other, releasing a yawn and burying his face back into the mattress. He felt no need to wake up.
Hayden could still taste the smoky flesh of the cooked trout caught between his teeth. He’d been walking for a few hours now along the roadside, shaping a stick from a young tree with a knife as he went. The stick was about two feet long and an inch in diameter. He thought it might come in handy later since the moisture in the wood made it a little more resistant to any fire.
Lying on his stomach, Hayden lifted his head up from his bunched up old sweater and yawned. Through crusty eyes, he looked around the old warehouse where he slept and noticed the dust particles floating through the beams of sunlight shining in through the windows. It had to be a nice day outside for there to be so much light.