Writing

I am one of the few (or perhaps simply one of the few that will admit to such) that have the ability to exist simultaneously in two worlds. The world that most call reality is but their reality saw through their individual experiences, biases, and beliefs. The second world is one in which only I can see, but of course, I am not alone in this world. In fact,  I have more companionship in the second than in the first,…

Many say that the first kiss is the most important kiss in any relationship. To me, that is a tremendous amount of pressure on both parties and would only imply that continued practice, in this case, could not yield improvement. Therefore, the relationship should end immediately. Of course, that would be complete and utter nonsense in light of the fact that practice, followed by correction, and more practice are known to improve any skill. Furthermore, as I read recently, it…

Having felt exhausted, I went to bed early. It was only moments before I was on a train to dreamland, living a life of unimaginable adventure when I was snatched back to reality by a series of loud crashes, groans, and cussing. Only to then be jabbed by my companions elbow, while he attempted to take over possession of three-quarters of the mattress reality instead of the one-half his deed allotted him. From that moment on, my eyes were wide…

Your needs are your wants or so convinces us the advertisements that continuously bombards us daily. Whether it is trunk that can shut itself or hair every unnatural color imaginable, we believe the product will, in fact, make our lives easier, more complete, or make us more attractive. However, the truth is, very few of these products will fill the void inside nor can it change how others truly perceive us. No, actual change takes more than a single purchase.…

Authors are never really alone for they have hundreds if not thousands of characters with them all of the time. Of course, authors can get lonely, especially when the characters refuse to speak or tell them where the story is going. Then, the author is even more depressed for all of his companions seemed to have turned their back on him at least for the moment.

His hyena-like laugh not only sets him apart but also made his laughter contagious. For it was just as easy to laugh at his laugh as it was to laugh at what he was laughing at.

The red tin roof reflected the noonday sun. The house sat about halfway up the gentle rolling hill. The quarter horse inched it’s way toward the fence with its head down. The cowboy on its back hadn’t faired much better from the looks of his torn shirt and muddy boots. When the duo finally reached their destination, the cowboy free dedicated his loyal friend and ambled toward his cabin, his refuge. He opened the door, and the smell of fresh…