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

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Memory Lane, Short Stories

How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)

This story was written by me when I was in the second grade. I recently re-discovered it on my shelf in my room back here in Arizona. This is the start of my writing journey, the year it became my passion, and twelve years later and it is still what I enjoy the most. Here… Continue reading How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)