Us vs. Them, the Infected

"These infected. They're killing us. Save us! Save us, Ghouls! Give us life back!" They chant in a frenzy, glassed eyes. They yell in my face, "Don't think! Just do! Save us all! Save us!"

Dark Figures

I had a dream. I was walking in the sunshine among lilies, roses, and sunflowers of all colors. I look toward the sky, a bolt of lightning and thunder turned everything dark. I opened my eyes. I stood in a desolate land.

Update: Let’s Talk About Writing

Hello, everyone. The last post I wrote was back in July. It was called Up & Down, Side to Side. You may click on the title, and that will lead you to that last blog. Since July, a lot has happened, and I wanted to share a few of my plans with you. We've all been … Continue reading Update: Let’s Talk About Writing →

What Is Your Creative Writing Process, Writer?

Today I only have a simply question for you. What is your creative writing process? What are your little quirks as a creative writer? What inspires you to write: poetry, lyrics, blogs, short stories, micro-fiction, fiction, non-fiction, etc.? I'll bulletproof mine below. It's not detailed because that would take me a book. But it's enough to share with you my part of my creative writing process. What's yours? Let me know in the comment section. Have a blessed week, everyone!

“Ayuda, Ayuda ! Por favor!”

Ab walked from work as he loosened his tie, exhausted. He swore that he'd get out of this neighborhood because his children would not grow up here. He made a prayer, that is until his thoughts were interrupted. A rock hit a guy. The man fell to the ground, & then a mob of soulless … Continue reading “Ayuda, Ayuda ! Por favor!” →

The Ritual

The crowd gushed out short breaths of air, ah, ah, ah, ah. Their frenzy circled the white figure in center, and the drums echoed inside the massive dome. They were getting ready to toss me to the fire, along with others. The chanting got louder and louder as the their worship intensified. My ears were … Continue reading The Ritual →

At The Edge of A Cliff

I stand at a cliff. My toes are flying by the edge. My thoughts float as the doubts stare back at me. I stare at the pendulum. Was it right or wrong? Debating my actions, my words. Why?

Dancing in the Storm

They don't know I have a director & choreographer, guiding me to be the leading star of this performance. Ball, change, hold, and down. Repeat.

A Short Play: A Cup of Coffee

A second figure materializes right before Stephen’s eyes, hissing and waving its hands all around Stephen. Both figures set out to walk around Stephen.

A Short Story: The Eye of the Cat

Ted sat melted on the chair, clicking monotonously on a thousand channels—trying to find something. His dark eyes searched for anything that would catch his attention. But deep down, he knew the answers were not on television.