My university is always quiet when people leave and that’s when you notice things. You’ll find broken, empty branches, hiding behind the leaves. Or the discolored rock that has been there for at least five years and will be there for another ten. You’ll notice black paint peeling off the railing because the school only … Continue reading Quiet now, pay attention
The dragon flapped its heavy wings on top of the tower. Everything – leaves, bushes, flowers – bent down to its power. It let out a hurtling cry, alerting everyone in the country of its presence. I crouched behind a tree, making sure my ear muffs stayed on tight. I didn’t want to lose my … Continue reading Run dragon
I'm not sure anyone talks about college writing classes. Movies say we have our classes in auditoriums. Writing classes, also known as workshops, never have over eighteen people. I have one with twelve people right now. One time only six people showed up. On the first day, we introduce ourselves for almost seven minutes each. … Continue reading What writing classes are like
I stopped reading when I was about six. That’s strange to say, right? Here I am: a storyteller, a writer. But I also have a tough past with reading. Around first grade, I got tired of those reading tests. I hated reading something just to get asked hard comprehension questions. I didn’t understand any of … Continue reading What book saved me?
Most of the time, I believe writing's the thing for me. I'm always a good story critic and love telling them no matter what. People's reactions to words are always interesting and compelling. But sometimes that changes. I'll get critiques that say I need to take a writing course cause I can't tell a story … Continue reading Negative critiques destroy