So why do you love autumn so much? There's something about that crisp, fall breeze that fills me with hope. It just makes me want to pursue my goals. You do realize that things are dying in the fall? To prepare for winter? Yeah, I know. It just seems weird to put an entire season …
The Paris in Springtime Bias. (Blogtober #4)
Admittedly, I have this bias. Perhaps you have this bias. When I think about Paris--which you're learning is pretty often--I almost always imagine it covered with spring. Trees bearing light pink blossoms that gently blow in the breeze. Couples walking hand in hand along the River Seine, the light air adding a delicate touch to …
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The Fall. (Blogtober #3)
The Fall There’s a crack in your sweet autumn heart. Gone are the crisp nights and burgundy leaves that filtered through– now your heart bears dust, ashes, and the hard soil of the ground. I wanted to kiss that heart; now I must bury it. But I will kiss it anyway, along with the very …
Project Blogtober! (Blogtober #1)
Hi there. So because this marks the beginning of my favorite month, within my favorite season, and it's my intent to be regular with posting, I hereby deem October 1 as the first day of Blogtober. What is Blogtober, you ask? For the remaining 30 days of this month, I will post every day and …
Roads.
I took the long way home. We met at Infatuation Highway and I should have left you there when you held my heart merely on the surface of your hand and not in your shirt pocket, where it deserved to be, right next to your beating heart. I took the long way home. I waited …
Short Story Prompt – 7/18/14
I actually wrote this short a few months ago. I didn't care for it that much, but it's an offering nonetheless. **************************************************************************** Short story prompt - A broken wristwatch, peppermints, and a hug that goes too far Peppermints and Metal            She rifled around her handbag for peppermints, having suddenly tasted an acerbic combination of …
Storytelling and Nursery Rhymes.
In the end, I think it was inevitable that writing would become my passion. Starting from the beginning, my fascination with words and stories was engendered by the original, the best, and the most compelling storyteller of them all: my mother. I remember watching her when she would tell a story. Her voice would dip …
“i was reborn when i was broken…”
As promised. Yesterday, when I heard the opening lyric of my boyfriend's masterful song, "Lifetime," I was immediately reminded of a conversation I had with Laura. Essentially, we discussed how pathos inspires our fiction. Creation comes from chaos. And to be honest, to paraphrase my boyfriend, some of my best work has come from being/feeling broken. Don't …
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Short Story Prompt – 04/21/14
Short Story Prompt: Write a story incorporating the first day of school, a love note, and a recipe with a significant mistake. Thanks, Laur! The Firefighter The morning was stressful. The kids were all starting their respective first days of school, which meant varying degrees of mania. Alexandra was a brand new 7th …
This Square Peg. 