The death of a dream is the worst imaginable type of death. Death in any form is awful, but to watch someone’s dreams struggle for breath, fall to its knees clutching at its heart, to never rise again is the most traumatic experience this life has to offer. Dreams are crushed everyday throughout the world.Continue reading “The Death of a Dream”
Category Archives: creative writing
Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess
Sally Montgomery sat cross-legged on the floor of the attic, like a five-year-old on the first day of kindergarten gazing up with barely contained anticipation and excitement at her teacher who might as well unfurrow her white feathered wings because she knows they’re tucked away beneath the autumn dress. Sally wasn’t five any longer, butContinue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess”
Courage and Empathy of Writers
It is my theory that writers have a deeper understanding of human motivation and behavior than others in the general population. They may not have the expert terminology of a neurologist, psychologist, or psychiatrist, but their comprehension of what goes on in our heads is significant. In order to write three-dimensional characters, writers must becomeContinue reading “Courage and Empathy of Writers”
WTF is an Author Platform?
A few years ago, I was asking this question. Had I known then what I know now, I would have been focusing more on building my platform and a little less on writing my manuscript. Writers write, but if they don’t have a platform they don’t publish or sell the book that they have spentContinue reading “WTF is an Author Platform?”
Tree Wizard
The sun pierced the old man’s pale blue eyes despite the brim of his grey hat. The frayed hem of his grey robes rustled last year’s crumbling underbrush, as his quick steps pressed into the carpet of damp decaying brown leaves. Yellow beaked blackbirds swooped low and chortled at his invasion of their woods soContinue reading “Tree Wizard”
How You See Me
Seeking eyes and whirling thoughts piece together who I am. Despite my many faces, my eyes have never changed. A brief once over tells me if you want to open me up or forget we passed within a breath. Your suns shine cold on my skin, as the storm clouds wrap me in warmth. Hold me steadyContinue reading “How You See Me”
Fighting For A Chance To Dream 