What can I say besides I love to write? My ultimate goal is to become a novelist. "I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing." - Hunter S Thompson
What can I say besides I love to write? My ultimate goal is to become a novelist. "I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing." - Hunter S Thompson
“Hey, man, why are we heading to this place again?” asked the wagon driver. “Even the horse looks spooked.”
I look up at him from the bed of the wagon, frustrated from his constant talking. “Didn’t I pay you to not ask questions?” Oof, maybe a little harsh, i thought. I still needed him to get back into town. “Listen, for the third time , I need to retrieve something for my uncle. It’s a self por...
On most nights, you can hear her howl. The ghoul of Saunderville was just a scary story when I was growing up, or so I thought. It wasn’t until I met her that I believed in the supernatural, and heartbreak. The story began as a bride-to-be lost her husband on the night of her wedding, and her spirit roamed the cemetery near his grave. I was dared, as most teenagers are, to spend the night in the c...
The candles dripped their wax onto the basement floor. The flames being the only thing illuminating our agape mouths, and the furrowed brow of our new companion. His eyes glared at the three of us, like a cat that just had its’ tail pulled. He was angry, and we couldn’t believe what we were seeing.
His red skin and yellow eyes were the only thing cliché devil-like about him. He stood three feet t...
The rain pounded on my umbrella as I exited the 14th street subway. I loved this rainy season. Especially since it scattered the tourists and made New York a little more bearable. I was in my way to my favorite spot in the city: a bookstore right beside Union Square Park.
My headphones bobbed around my neck as I let them loose to hear the gorgeous melody nature was playing for me. My soul felt a...
I felt as if my body was falling, or perhaps floating. The only thing I saw was darkness, which seemed to expand into an infinite space, and envelope me tightly. ‘How did I get here?’ I wondered.
My mind’s eye flashed to me laying in a pool of my own blood, gasping for air. I did not know which three things were colder: the kitchen floor, my skin, or the knife that was sticking out of my chest.
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