“Qui N’avance Pas, Recule” (Paired Writer Series #2)

Embarrassment creeps up your neck when you realize it is simply your shadow, where your body has blocked the rays of the sun and stretches out from your feet. Your embarrassment is forgotten swiftly though when you glance quickly between the sun above and the shadow beneath you.
It is… wrong. … More “Qui N’avance Pas, Recule” (Paired Writer Series #2)

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We are the Writers (II)

About this piece: The following piece is the second part to a two part series- We are the Writers. It was written with the help of some of the best writers I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I asked all of them a question: “what does it mean to be a writer?” Taking their responses, I intertwined them into my own writing. I am only one voice in a sea or writers, but I hope that there is something in this that strikes with every writer. … More We are the Writers (II)

We are the Writers (I)

About this piece: The following piece is split into two parts and was written with the help of some of the best writers I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I asked all of them a question: “what does it mean to be a writer?” Taking their responses, I intertwined them into my own writing. I am only one voice in a sea or writers, but I hope that there is something in this that strikes with every writer. … More We are the Writers (I)

To Fear I Submit

“Fear barged into my home without being asked and has taken a seat, put his feet up on top of my books and use my notes to wipe the screams off his shoes. With a snap of his fingers, I am at his command and he makes me close the door, lock the window, put out the fire, until there is nothing left but me, him, and the darkness.” … More To Fear I Submit

To Be Strong

“I write because I’m begging you to listen. I write because I want to know that when I go out in the morning, I am not one against millions. I write because sometimes it feels like the only way I can now speak.” … More To Be Strong

Change

” Change is terrifying, like a shadow lurking in the dark, like the noise heard at night, like the creak of stairs for something unexpected. Like the start of something new, like the ending of something old, it’s terrifying.” … More Change

Caged-Short Story

“Where was the love, the passion that came with life? Where were the smiles and laughter and twirling around in the rain? Sitting in front of the fire and playing monopoly? Drinking hot chocolate, hanging out with friends at the mall? Where was the essence of life in this house? ” … More Caged-Short Story