WALKING THE FINE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND FANTASY
No one is oblivious to the fact that youth doesn’t last forever, unless we speak of the heart. The heart, a sensitive yet crucial part of our temples that keeps us ticking. It doesn’t age like the rest of our body or our mind. As I draw near to my 38th birthday I find my
How often do we look at each other? How often do we truly see what we are worth? A picture is worth a thousand words. What is a real live image worth? Who gives us the power to judge each other? If you commit a crime, does it make you a criminal? If you use
Life is short has really brought it’s meaning to light this year. We never know what a person is going through, what their struggles are or the demons they face. Hell, we all have them, right? Who are we living for? What are living for? Of course, the answer will come in the form of
I find myself lacking in areas of life substantial to what makes us whole. Areas pertaining to social and personal needs. I recently discovered my commitment to friendships is unbalanced. My commitment as a wife is diminishing and my ability to be the parent my children need is fading to a questionable doubt. As we
As I sit on my couch watching Spider-Man: Homecoming and the demands of raindrops pelt the siding of my home, I wonder how far is too far when it comes to pushing the limits in our writing. Recently, my motivation jumpstarted a new story I would say I am writing for me. Then again, aren’t
Times are fueled by emotion, injustice, a strong belief of opinion, and media frenzy. A repetitive cycle of wrongdoing is apparent, but we tip toe the line of an influenced narrative. As writers, do we have the power to open eyes when we are also driven by emotion and on opposite sides? I don’t speak
I appreciated Doc’s Tavern location conveniently outside of town because making another trip to the city would’ve driven my irritation to an uncontrollable high. I walked in to exactly what I had imagined, a drunk and irate Luis. This wouldn’t be his first trip down this route, but it would be his first shameful appearance.
My arrival in Soriamora was forty-five minutes later because of the lovely stop and go of morning rush hour. Soriamora was a city with no limits, only to the extent of what the boys in blue couldn’t get their eyes on. I have seen worse than what Soriamora could ever throw at you, but grateful
I sit with my cup of coffee in front of my computer with all the necessary tools to work, yet I find myself on the other side of a transparent wall. One that was created from the self-doubt lingering in the corners of my mind. I call myself an author, but doubt has entangled me
Also known as Dark Angel and Her Prince I opened the door and I’m taken to Wake Up Buttercup Café. Shay is leaning on the railing of the balcony watching her daughter, Scarlett, play. Her mind struggled in the distance with a thought. The world clouded with haze. “Don’t lurk around me like a creep.
I am awakened by the sting of the sun’s touch as it hits my face and the cool morning breeze as it blows across my skin. The comforting sound of silence endorses that my children are still enjoying the warmth of their beds. The cold and undisturbed side, of which belongs to the man I
Most of us adults grew up on classic systems like Nintendo, Sega Genesis, game boy, etc. Hell, I even played on an Atari. Yeah, we went outside until the street lights came on and rode our bikes around the neighborhood. Some of us down country roads or running through the fields with nothing but our
