Jonathan Dispenza
41 year old kid that’s always loved imagination and good stories.
Jonathan Dispenza
41 year old kid that’s always loved imagination and good stories.
41 year old kid that’s always loved imagination and good stories.
41 year old kid that’s always loved imagination and good stories.
Amidst the rubble of a war-torn city, Dan Hastings, 34, stepped into the skeletal remains of what once was a vibrant building. The shattered windows cast fractured beams of light onto the dusty floor, creating an eerie dance of shadows that mirrored the turmoil within him. The walls, scarred by the violence of war, bore witness to a history he couldn't comprehend.
As Dan moved deeper into the aba...
She’d started to garden when her marriage was falling apart. It was all the usual signs. Too much time at work, hiding his cellphone, angry at pointless things, and a strange smell on his clothes after long shifts at work.
She spent her time outside, away from him and his strange smell. This allowed her to nurture something and build and control.
This made her feel powerful.
What began as a s...
Kim is a force of nature, her fiery hair cascading like molten lava down her back. A sense of furious determination burns in her intense, amber eyes, reflecting the resilience she developed through countless trials as the General Manager of this particular Mighty Taco restaurant. In the midst of a crisis, Kim’s leadership shines; her decisive actions and strategic mind make her an accomplished tea...
My parents have owned the little diner in town since before I was born.
“Jim and Donna’s hot bites”.
It’s the perfect generic title for this generic town in mediocrity.
I’ve been working there since I turned 14 and I appreciate the opportunity to earn my allowance. It was only recently I started taking a liking to the kitchen work. I remember last night my mother saying they had a bunch of o...
I walked into the store with a goal
The shelves were lined with
With the un-fulfilled dreams of other
Travelers.
I walked into the store with a purpose
The secrets of my past, and future
Were in the lines of text buried
Here
When I saw you there
Looking perplexed at the book
When I saw you there
Staring at the code of my being
I reached for the cover in hopes
To steal the chance
At discovery
...