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It's a funny thing, love. I've heard people say that when you fall in love, your heart beats faster. But this...this was nothing like I'd imagined.
Robbie Rooster was depressed. He was grateful for his rescue, but the past three months on the farm hadn't been all that great.
The top five things that don't usually happen in fiction but would definitely happen to me.
Why do we torture ourselves? We submit to these shows and books and movies that rip out our hearts and make us watch as they stop beating in our hands. We know what we're getting. So why? Why do we torture ourselves?
Once, I thought of being a writer When I started to write, I felt lighter I created a world My sanity unfurled But the days seem a little bit brighter I created a fictional place It was my very own magical space The people are awesome One has a pet possum It likes to wear … Continue reading Being a Writer
Today is the day. I can just feel it. I rise from my bed, the clarity of wakefulness washing over me as I consider the woman of my dreams. I glance out the window, and the pleasant scene induces an honest smile. Maybe it’s the warm spring morning, melting away my anxiety and fear. Maybe … Continue reading Only the Best
The world is dust, nothing but shades of black and white. Rolling dunes of grey paint a bland countryside devoid of depth, detail, and emotion. The ground trembles at my feet; I kneel, examining a small mound of filth as it pulsates, growing larger and darker. A stray gust of wind brushes across the surface … Continue reading A Rose by Any Other Name
It's the last day of 2015, and I feel like I'm running late for the new year already. It's been a busy couple of months, and I don't think I've worked this hard since my days in the Navy (which says a lot about the past eight years). However, the last few months in overdrive … Continue reading After NaNoWriMo 2015
It was just another long, heated night passed in worship and sin.