Warwick Castle

My grandfather’s face speaks more than he does. His face has taught me a lot in my 25 years, and when I make a decision I imagine what my grandfather’s face would look like if I told him. Would it be the proud face of an A on my report card, the disappointed face of…

Take A Bite – Twitch Writes #1

Twitch Writes is an interactive way that I write stories with suggestions from viewers in chat! Want to see this story being written live? Come follow us by hitting the link below! Check us out on Twitch! Story Prompt: Write a story about a teenage girl with braces during the zombie apocalypse trying to find…

April 10th 2017

Things have been tough. I haven’t been writing or streaming; just stressing and worrying. There are so many things I want to accomplish or complete and the lack of physical motivation has been difficult to overcome. Having a chronic pain related illness, it makes working, even on projects I love, extremely overwhelming. More often than…

A Beginner’s Guide to Getting Noticed

A Beginner’s Guide to Getting Noticed   It started with a picture of a puppy. “Make the impression you like animals, it always brings in the swipe rights.” Joe sipped on his beer, a cheap American brand, as Gerard felt the condensation of the pint glass in his hands. “Well, I do like animals.” Gerard…

Magnets

  MAGNETS   The magnets on the fridge spell out random short words CAT MOM HAPPY smears of peanut butter dried to some of the letters haphazardly lined up on the door these magnets haven’t moved in three years scared to remove them scared to acknowledge what has been lost CAT MOM HAPPY the dollar…

Past Lives – Part 2

Prompt: I wanted to continue the story I was working on last night. It may go somewhere, it may not, but I thought I would add a little bit 🙂 Vancouver – August 23rd 2014 Joan’s hand rested once more on her heart. “I am afraid I am tired Love, will you come by on…

Past Lives

Prompt: Write a story set in two time periods. Past Lives Joan hadn’t been back to London in over 50 years. Vancouver had become her home; she raised her children, and her grandchildren, here. At 93 years old Joan wanted to believe she has lived her life without regrets, but that simply isn’t the case….

Fort Nowhere – Part 2

Prompt: I was feeling really inspired to continue the story from October 22nd, so I did just that. 🙂 The look of pure shock didn’t leave Lydia’s face for at least five minutes. “So please explain to me how the hell this just happened?” Mags just smiled as the truck continued down the highway. “Well…

Fresh Tar

Prompt: Write a story about a young boy with a relatively unknown condition. Jackson marched to school the same way everyday; Left on Main, 3 blocks down, right on Smithe. This never changed. It was 12 minutes on average from door to door. Approximately 1,384 steps. Routine was of the upmost importance. Lunch never varied;…

Fort Nowhere

Prompt: Write a story that involves a truck stop, a garbage bag, and some sleeping pills. A large black garbage bag sat in between the door and the bed. It’s not like Lydia hadn’t done this many times before, but this time seemed different. Each item was neatly folded and tucked away out of sight…