FUCK THIS! Literally, fuck this piece of paper. Fuck this pen. Fuck this assignment. I’m dried up, out of ideas. Fuck my job and my(more…)

Stories
Mornings on Chipped Oak Street
The sun had just started peaking over the horizon line. It was supposed to rise at 7:07 AM. It was unlikely Link would see anything(more…)
The Last of The Cupboard
The last of the uncompleted, rough sketches of stories, those words trapped in my Google Docs. Here they are, from 2019 – 2021. In 10(more…)
A Small Plate of 2018 Samplers
2018 was a prolific year for creative pieces, just maybe not the strongest in the closing department. While I wanted this to be “The Last(more…)
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub
More, yes more, old stories, old lovers, old everything cleaned out from my Google Docs. We are not in 2014, and if we thought the(more…)
Cleaning Up
For the seventh or eighth time this year I’ve gotten another notification from Google telling me that my storage is almost full. What was holding(more…)
Me & Simon
The sleet wrapped against the window sounding more like an injured monster dragging it’s broken bits along the paved path outside. Minus myself and Simon,(more…)
To Know What You Like
Mallory looked down at her phone rereading the text for the fourth time. “It’s better for me to know what you like.” She was sure(more…)