It was a night empty and cold. The wind howled outside my window filling the dark house with a low melody that settled over me like a blanket. The moon shone in the sky enveloping the world in a grey haze. I was lying in bed looking up to the blank ceiling my mind unable […]
Some days I feel this desperateness in my bones. I feel as though I want to peel back my skin and take a look at what beast lays within the cage. This cage of flesh and bones. I feel it stir inside me, feel it crawl within my body. Growing. Leaching off of my […]
Stephen King is an American author known for his talent in bringing out the horror of everyday life. Love him or hate him, his work is everywhere in the media from his books to the movies based on his work. His career first began with his novel Carrie, a coming of age story of a […]
Come gather in the darkness. Take solitude in what it brings. Let it whisper to your ear all it has to hold for it has lived here far before the first man walked the earth. Cold night air caresses the skin and a velvet voice speaks out in a whisper. Warm breath against your […]
“But I have long loved the written word, and come to see in it the power of the sleeping lion. This is my name. This is who I am. This is how I got here. In the absence of an audience, I will write down my story so that it waits like a restful beast […]
When I was younger my dad would travel overseas a lot for his job, as a result I would only get to see him for two weeks at a time. I remember I would countdown the days to his next arrival. Marking each day on the calendar. The night before he came my mom and […]
I am I writer. I am familiar with the power words hold, and as a writer I let this power take over my being Until I’m lost in a macrocosm of words and letters. I am a writer. I use words to express the unexplored corners of my mind. Stringing together letters with a golden […]
That cold bitter night was what had started it all. It has been ingrained into my memory, and every once in a while even the simplest of sounds or tasks bring me back to that moment. The blaring of a car horn or the slam of a door reminds me of what I had seen […]
When Wilma Richards died on a hot July day at the age of 89 her death had gone unnoticed by the world, and her body remained in the back of the storage closet of her store until people started to reported a foul smell coming from the building, and five days later she was found. […]
Liam, Aliza, Kayla What is the purpose of art? From what aspect of art does enjoyment stem? The answer will vary, depending on to whom the question is begged. Some will say that art is a reflection of the great intimacies of life. Common waypoints that can be understood by all who walk life’s […]
