Wednesday, August 6, 2014


Out on a night like this?
How could it be?
How could I miss?

Oh the fun and joy that abound
if only, and only there was but a cloud

To enjoy such a night
a day it may seem
perhaps in my wildest dream

Nothing of late
and nothing too soon
maybe I could be a balloon

Monday, August 4, 2014

The Dead Do Tell Tales

Alex sat at the bottom of his steps in the basement. He wanted to die. Alex wasn't certain what made him want to do this, he always had a charming happy life full of joy. He was married, had a kid with another on the way. It would be an easy choice to stay, Alex had so many things going for him.

Setting the knife down, Alex felt tears rolling down his cheeks. Alex knew the reason why he wanted to die. His wife of twenty years had gone off and had an affair. It was simple as that. Alex didn't see the point in living anymore. Why hang onto someone who didn't want you? That thought had crossed his mind over the course of the past three weeks.

Now at the bottom of the steps he had a decision to make. Alex took a swig of Fireball Whiskey from the bottle sitting next to him on the step. If he did it right, he wouldn't feel pain.

Alex picked the knife up again. Why did she have to cheat, he wondered. Why did she have to run off with some guy? Alex's hands were shaking. His anxiety was getting the better of him. He forced his arms to stop shaking. Taking the knife, Alex ran it along his forearm.

That's when he heard the sound.

A baby cried.

James! Alex's mind screamed. You forgot about James! You can't kill yourself now, you're all he has!

Alex dropped the knife and ran upstairs to where his infant son was laying in the crib. Alex picked up James and soothed him. The boy quieted down almost immediately. James knew when daddy was around, daddy always had a way of soothing him. Alex sat down in a rocking chair and the two fell asleep. Father and son. A disaster was averted for now.

An hour passed. Alex woke up.

After putting his son back down for a nap, Alex burst into tears. His head in his hands, Alex couldn't control the emotions he was feeling. He was angry, sad, furious, and depressed all at once. Surely this wasn't a way to live. Surely this wasn't a way to die.

Jittery Thoughts

Ever have just random thoughts pop into your head? They seem to be rather jittery and you just don't know what to do with them?

Well, instead of having them sit in your head... why not write them down and get them out of your head? You never know where those thoughts will go or what will be made of them! Yes indeed. Thoughts like this can be interesting... who knows, they might be the exact thoughts your next character will be thinking.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Do Not Worry

There are many times in life where a person tends to worry about stuff. Sometimes that stuff is nothing to worry about. Worrying about nothing is about as bad as doing nothing when there's something to be done.

There's no reason to worry about nothing. I've heard it over and over before. But you know what? Sometimes you just can't do it. You have to worry.


Time doesn't care if you're there or not. It keeps forging on no matter what. Time is a monster in the dreams of bliss, a hateful place for some while a wonderful flower garden for others.

Friday, August 1, 2014


Words fall from the fingertips that were once in the mind. Stories are created as paragraphs come together. Amazing and frightening it is to see such a piece of work being born. Word by word, paragraph by paragraph, page by page... it all turns in one long round. Binding into the heart of the author to share with the world.


Went to McDonalds one day and an old man was telling this kid how he should be filling up the napkin holder to gain the most efficient method of getting the napkins out without waste.

It was amusing. The kid just looked at the man and was like... okay.