Proud writer moment

After piles of rejection letters and critical advice, it's nice to get accepted every once in a while. Every writer should feel appreciated for the wonderful creative stories they have made. Last week, my flash fiction piece, "The Forgotten', got accepted by Friday Flash Fiction. This makes me one step closer to being a published … Continue reading Proud writer moment

Oh. You want the truth?

Oh. You want the truth? It’s a bit messy. It’s the joke your friends make that you laugh off. It’s the smiles and tears that come when someone finally sees the end. It’s the hours upon hours of sitting in one place, hoping the mixture of words turn out better, while knowing you’ll be sitting … Continue reading Oh. You want the truth?

Home

It’s simply insane sometimes How much we put into our lives Only hoping the memory of us will live on For others to come I have heard stories of others Of how they stood bravely Only fighting for their hopes and dreams For the life they desired Yet those who love, find another And they … Continue reading Home

Your validation

You sit there and tell us your ideals. But When did your ideas validate what my Actions must be? Did you inherit Your crown when you stepped into The room? If I step into another Room, do I get a crown too? My words are validated by your red pen But I’d rather play a … Continue reading Your validation

Alexander

There’s not many people in the world like me They all stop and stare without a word Perhaps you can call me Alexander Because I don’t stop anymore Even if it’s Christmas I work towards a goal I have Because how can life matter If I don’t complete what's important? I work non-stop, I try … Continue reading Alexander

Why I write

there's no greater movement inside of me than when their faces shine bright from something I've created from nothing the something may make me cry make me fall into self-doubt but there's beauty from the pain the beauty brings smiles onto people's faces the smiles give me a rushed feeling the rushed feeling beckons me … Continue reading Why I write

Jealous writers

There was always one name we could remember without wanting to. For me, that was Harry. Harry was the type of student who walked into class and slouched in his chair. He didn’t say much before or after class. He was usually one of the first to leave. But during class, he was a star. … Continue reading Jealous writers