Lily is dreading this conversation with Jack. She's about to shake up their peaceful life of two years together, and doesn't know how he'll take it. For better or worse, she's about to find out.
I have a confession to make I never listened to Stairway to Heaven until now. Heart performed a cover, and did it beautifully. Take a listen.
Lacey had been humiliated. Her “best friend,” stole her crush, and the fight that erupted as a result left her friendless. Will she learn a hard lesson or does fate have other plans for her?
I was losing time and supplies were going missing. The aliens had to be stopped. Fortunately, I found this baby just in the nick of time!
I spent three weeks deeply ill. I almost died a dozen times. I visited far off worlds. And I became new and interesting beings. What's next? Cuddle with the kids.
I'm a big fan of photography. A beautiful shot, in my mind, needs to be shared. Here are several by a great photographer.
Max convinces his little brother, Jim, to investigate the "Haunted Graveyard" at night. Neither really believes in ghosts, but in a dark cemetery at night, your mind can play tricks on you.
I reference our "Personal Map of the World" often enough in conversation, I'll probably do it a lot in articles too. This is my way of creating an easy reference point to turn to. I hope it's clear.
I found this question impossible to answer. So, naturally, I jumped on a soapbox and went on a jolly jaunt! How often do I lie? I guess the simple answer is; "every day." And I'm glad I do. Here's my long winded why.
I've been saying "Huzzah" a lot lately. I randomly post it on FaceBook. I just shout it out at home. Alone, around other people, just any time I feel like expressing appreciation or to sarcastically express something was irritating. Huzzah started as a way to amuse myself. Then it almost became a...
There are many surface reasons. No two situations are exactly the same. If you keep asking why, you may find new answers. The primary factor for all of our poor decisions is fear.
This is a taste of a story I am working on. A snippet of a scene that popped into my head as I was writing another chapter. Any comments? A man stood on the high tower of the castle. His outstretched fingers aimed, as though reaching for the army...
A movie review. Really? I started writing my daily blog, and it turned into a review for L.A. Story. A movie I haven't watched in over ten years. It's so clear in my mind and inspired me that much.
I'm biting off more than I can chew. What happens when a writer gets time to write? Too many ideas! Actually, I love having too many ideas. Now how to use them...
My mind, like a labyrinth of thought, holds ideas like secrets to be sought through trial. The Minotaur of Procrastination stalks me through the maze of jumbled images. His long axe held at the ready to break my concentration, sending me down a dead end.
When writing something every day, how do you keep your mind refreshed? How do you keep from running out of ideas? How do you keep your head from exploding? Simple thoughts from a complicated mind.
Sometimes I have these crazy dreams and they inspire my writing mind. The dream demands that I develop a new story. Other times I have a crazy dream that just makes me question my sanity. Like last night.
My dad gave me a book he was writing. It's both a delight and a challenge co-authoring. There is always a sense of sharing that must take place, and that is wondrous and fun.
In a class I was taking, we were required to put together a mission statement. The purpose of this was to help direct your life to a clear goal or set of goals. This is a great exercise to help sort p
"I was standing on the battlement looking down on a writhing mass of movement. Catapults launched volley after volley into the oncoming army to no avail. The gaps they created just kept filling in. It was like standing above an ant hill watching the little scurrying bugs devour an invader with out...
I haven't played D&D in a long time. I rather miss it. In many ways it was always a good source of inspiration for my writing. I haven't played since just after the release of fourth edition and they are getting ready for the next release. A friend of mine was talking about doing beta testing....
My focus here has been on publishing my creative writing. Ideally, I would only post finished works and complete ideas. But sometimes...
I am a dreamer who sees the unseen. This is a poem I wrote for a class. It's a simple format, but I like how it turned out. A decent explanation of me.
Holidays are horribly commercialized and for a long time, I've just been sick of them. This year, I am taking it back.
This was a dream I had and as such it is meant to be experienced, not read. Please, take your time. I'm still self concious about posting my work in public. I like to pretend it's because I'm not ready to reveal this awesome material just yet, but in truth; my writing is my art. Like all art, it is...
Running from a monster with the heat of it's breath on my back. I push hard to get away, but then...
An example of how we blind ourselves. This is dedicated to those suffering from abuse. It's not the same. It never is.