I smile at everyone that passes by, but it’s rare that anyone acknowledges me.
Month: October 2018
The Tyrant
Hollering, broken things, tears. This is what’s left in the wake of his unhinged emotions—the wrath of his fury felt by all when his demands are not met.
Their Eyes
They watched Cole. He hated audiences, despised being the center of attention. But there he sat, an exhibition for others to behold. Their eyes fixed on him. It made his skin squirm, like cockroaches skittering across his body.
Destination
Call me a Plotter. I like to plan my writing. Not an etched-in-stone master copy. That’s not what I mean. Some writers work well that way, and more power to them. I like to think of my planning/outlining as a roadmap for driving from New York to L.A.
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The Visitors
Humans and the Visitors are indistinguishable from one another. We look alike. Breathe and eat alike. Even our mating rituals are similar.
Goal Update
Last week, I set a goal to edit 10 chapters, which would put me at the midway point in my manuscript. I knew this would require an extraordinary effort. I woke up early every morning. I stayed up later than usual every night (minus one). And guess what—I reached that goal! Pardon me while I celebrate.
Buried
I lie motionless as dirt is poured over me. The sun gives way to blackness. Earth fills the space around me.
