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  • Broken Wings

    REVISED AND EDITED as of June 12th, 2011-Thank you to all reviewers who helped edit my earlier draft.Brief Summary: This is chapter one of a story I’ve been working on ...

    20 min read
  • Tatters to Treasure

    Okay, revised, edited, and added to. Stupid risks make life worth living. - Homer Simpson Prologue: Pain, fear, loneliness, separation, sadness, despair. Too many emotions piled up in one person. ...

    14 min read
  • Broken Wings-Part Two

    Chapter One - Ivy Mushrooms dotted the rotting undergrowth, willow branches danced into my way, my necklace bobbed in the hollow of my throat, but I didn’t care. I had ...

    60 min read
  • Broken Wings, chaps. 1-4

    Chapter One - Ivy Mushrooms dotted the rotting undergrowth, willow branches danced into my way, my necklace bobbed in the hollow of my throat, but I didn’t care. I had ...

    20 min read
  • Broken Wings, chaps. 4-8

    Chapter Four - Lyss “Dammit!” I shot up. Not a good move. My head bonked a reading light, after which I used my own choice of swear words. Rubbing my ...

    22 min read
  • Does the Highway Ever Sleep?

    Does the highway ever sleep?In the dark of my bedroom, the face readsten-eleven.It's a Tuesday night.(My mother always told me to be in bed byten-eleven on a Tuesday night.)The window ...

    2 min read
  • Demon Sight

    This is the first section of a story I just started. There are two POVs, a girl's and a boy's. She has grown up with the idea that, as one ...

    31 min read
  • American Red Goes Out of Fashion

    I used to have a red car.Dad gave me the parts.Pops lent a little moneyand somehow I made it start.Then I painted it American redlike mom’s tulips.The license plate read ...

    3 min read
  • Stormy Somedays

    Someday I will runto where the thunderstormsgo, when all is said and done.Someday I will find the land where I can walkand the wind will brush by my ears with ...

    2 min read
  • Fireworks

    Seizures of color, explosions of light,celestial shrapnel rains from the sky,bursting and shattering the tranquil night.Rebellious sparks attaining great height,never unnoticed by those who pass by,se

    1 min read


A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated, something is wrong.
— Orson Welles