I believe there’s something extremely cathartic about sharing your deepest secrets with the ocean. Watching the words you were too scared to say bob and sway to the whims of the tide.
If you’re reading this, it’s been a while. A very long while since we last spoke. Months, maybe even years. And it’s my fault. Continue reading
I can’t trace how or when I knew I wanted to be a writer.
It just sorta happened. Continue reading
For years I’ve lived with this feeling. A sense that something better was waiting around the corner. Lingering, biding its time. Quietly gnawing at me.
Some may call it restlessness; others dissatisfaction with the here and the now. Some wise souls might even recognize in it the stirrings of that esteemed emotion… Continue reading
Have you ever listened to a song and remembered the first time you heard it play? Or looked at an outfit and recalled your exact feelings when you bought it?
They call me capable.
Someone they can count on. Continue reading
If we were grabbing a cup of coffee, I’d be the one sitting at a little table in the corner. Hands wrapped tightly around a cup of hot chocolate. Staring at the falling rain, I’d contemplate all the things I need to tell you. Continue reading
I’ve been trying to stretch my creative writing muscles recently so a friend sent me this writing prompt for fun. It’s funny what your brain can come up with when you give it a free rein. Enjoy!
Prompt – Imagine you were a zombie about to dive into some brains… Continue reading