The garden, a short story

The garden was bleak and dark, that is at first. It came in two parts, one desolated and abandoned, wrought with…

The garden story- Writing exercise day 2

The garden was bleak and dark, that is at first. It came in two parts, one desolated and…

We are absolutely nothing

Yet we are animals with desires and wants, we fight to survive and earn our place in the world, this is ingrained…

Telling fortunes is the fate of the damned.

Sometimes the walls close in, sometimes light seems far away the road seems never ending and baren. So you grab a rope, and you taper yourself to something, attachments to hold you from the void, to keep the darkness out and the light, it’s giving in…

Writing therapy. the most human thing, addiction.

Life is good

Life is grande, things I tell myself, but really isn’t that all this is.

Our choice, amidst nothingness. What we decide to hold onto and give meaning. A small rope within millions…

It’s not a lack of money, it’s not your job, it’s not them. It’s you

Confessions of a recovering…

advice to very new writersBe intimidated

Be afraid. Its okay. Writing is a long journey

Nowhere, there’s nothing.

Flip a coin. You stand to win everything, and lose it all.

Subjectivity of all things

The flow of transience in the river, the glow in a lovers eyes and the shine of a man destined to fail.

How Death Can Improve Your Writing and Work and Guide you to Love and Happiness