All Encompassing Slumber

She woke up in a swirl of complete madness. Read more

Hard Sun

Helene picked up the burned t-shirt and used what was left to wipe her tears. She leaned back against the wall and picked up her acoustic guitar. Her fingers played angry.

“There are pictures of people in my head…….”
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Bittersweet

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The Collective Unconscious

The Collective Unconscious exists
in the pinky finger of an infant. Read more

The Novelist Path

For the gazillionth time since my dad bought me this
laptop, I exit Microsoft Word with dissatisfaction. I ponder, for a
moment, on the possibility of scrapping this prospective novel and
working on another one, with a different plot. Read more