Short Stories

Nine Lives.

Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.

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My Opinions

How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

Dialogues

A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.

INT: Dimly lit rundown bar.   White guy: Nigger! Black guy: Cracker. White guy: Jungle bunny! Black guy: Hillbilly. White guy: Jigaboo! Black guy: Juggalo. White guy: Ape! Black guy: Peckerwood. White guy: Nig nog! Black guy: What are we even doing? White guy: You started it! Black guy: No, YOU started it when you… Continue reading A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.

Short Stories

Heavy Metal.

My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said… Continue reading Heavy Metal.

A Day In My Life

My Bucket List

Since time is such a fast runner and I can’t keep track of all of my desires in my cluttered mind, I felt it necessary for me to compile a list of all the things I aspire to achieve in my budding adulthood/life. As I complete them, I will go back and strike them off… Continue reading My Bucket List

A Day In My Life

Why I Write

I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to.   I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write

My Poetry

Caffeine

I place one hand firmly around its figure, and the other around the top. I slowly twist on the top and the bottle throbs in my hand as it bubbles and foams up inside.   It softly sizzles and whistles as suds start to crack and pop.   I get the top off and foam… Continue reading Caffeine

Lists, My Opinions

100 Books You Must Read Before You Die.

These are a hundred books that I love and that I feel you MUST read (in my opinion). It is a very diverse selection of books. They are also in no particular order.     1. Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained- John Milton This is an epic poem, but it is considered a book often. It is… Continue reading 100 Books You Must Read Before You Die.

My Poetry

Metamorphosis…

The gardener buckles up his overalls and pushes his hat down over his curly mess of hair, then heads out into his green and brown landscape. After months without rain, the little drops finally graced his land with its angelic beauty and nutrition. He walks past his vegetables and his fruits, and heads over to… Continue reading Metamorphosis…