Stories and Stuff
Amy Rose Capetta sets a haunting and thrilling mood within the first few pages of “The Lost Coast”. We follow the story of Danny as she adjusts to life in her new home. But as she settles in Tempest, California, Danny feels drawn to the woods and to the mysterious group of friends known as... Continue Reading →
Our lives are made up of our experiences and perspective, the people around us, and the society we live in. Each of us, an individual, can give and take from society to determine who we are. Sometimes, however, the society, if oppressive enough, seeks to shape the individual. Writers have been concerned with the individual... Continue Reading →
Captain Stellar is a fast-paced superhero adventure with danger, slow-burn romance, humor, and delicious descriptions of food. It was enjoyable to read and kept me turning the pages to learn what happened next. Cal is a regular guy trying to make the best of it in the city of Chicago. He works at his construction... Continue Reading →
I want to focus on creation. By this, I mean both in this essay and in my work. There are several mechanics of writing which fascinate me and the process and nature of creation are among them. Story creation is different for every writer. We can be planners with outlines which guide the story or... Continue Reading →
Flashlight in the dark What's that sound over there? Queequeg
blue blue as the sky blue in your eyes clouds pass by and i’m blue without you blue blue as the sea blue as my arms wait for you wrapped in that hue calm finds me as I dream of you
The world doesn’t see me, They see only what they want to see. The person they wish me to be Has never lived. She is quiet to a fault, her voice lost even to her. She can not speak up or talk back, Her voice is gone. She has no dreams of her own, Only... Continue Reading →
the world is broken apart, the islands in the sea; our hearts are cold to the future we cannot see. magic from the dark, tempting to the soul; the turn from light is stark when released upon the shoals. knowledge must be gained, power understood; ever my life a hunt recompense for other’s... Continue Reading →
Who is this girl you think me to be? I am not her, I am only me. I do not know who she could be, This little girl you confuse with me. Sometimes she but always me, If only you could really see. I hide behind the smile of she, Who you think could ever... Continue Reading →
