Can I put this here? I mean, my work. I'm still getting over the major social media platforms. Two more just appeared, but I don't have the attention span, energy, or time to post on 6 apps. I want to post here. On my blog. I did download an app called Inshot that I'll be… Continue reading Can I put these here
My brain has melted. I realized this today as I tried to read the first chapter of A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. My goodness, I was struggling at all the big words. I'm currently struggling now just typing out my thoughts. I wonder if I'm having some sort of brain issue or maybe… Continue reading My Brain Has Melted
Here's my digital sketchbook. I should've uploaded my drawing progress in the beginning of the month rather than the end since June is the middle month of the entire year. But, better than late than never and I really do want to share how far I've come. It's all of one person until I reached… Continue reading Digital Sketchbook
Hi. It's been a while and I don't know where to begin. I completely forgot SEO and how to make a perfect blog banner that complimented the title of this post. It's been that long. So, Ill start with what's going on with my fiction. Every piece of work I made before the year 2020,… Continue reading W.I.P UPDATE
At my computer, I face the wall with my back to the door. My focus is entirely on my next project so the world around me seems to go silent except for this tiny little noise. It's quick and sharp, like a pen dropping during the middle of a test. I turn my head slightly… Continue reading Little Noise
The year is in its final quarter and I think now is the best time for me to reflect on my art progress. For the past couple of months, I've been working with multiple mediums to see what sticks and sparks the most joy in my creative process and so far oil, Pen and ink,… Continue reading 2023 Art Reflection
At a quarter to midnight, Daisy knocked on her brother’s door and waited with her ear against the wood for a response. It’s been a week since she last seen him step out of his room. The last time she did was his shadow as he rushed to the bathroom to remove days of garbage,… Continue reading Flashing Lights
Ok I might seem a little crazy in this blog post, but hear me out. I think TikTok can predict our future. Last year around this time I was constantly on the app. I found out I was pregnant and without any searches in my browser or cached data that may cue my personalized algorithm,… Continue reading Nearly a year without TikTok
short story At first, I thought I was in between rem sleep and being awake, floating to that place my subconscious has built until winter’s kiss startles me. My eyelids rip apart and the sound of a muffled scream clears. My husband is calling out to me from above my head, but under my feet… Continue reading Drained
You're home is your safe haven and since I'm home majority of my time, I have some tips on how to make your space comfy. 1. Get two fake plants and one real house plant 2. Invest in a gaming system with online access 3. Get a good set of loungewear. ie: jogging pants, shirts,… Continue reading 5 Ways to make your Home a Haven + More
I'm at the age where if I don't write what's on my mind down, I'll forget. This goes for plans and task that will take me closer to my goals.The other day I bought this task board, a planner, and a note pad that resembles my task board.My husband joked that I'll eventually buy a… Continue reading Power of Planning
Current Progress. Eeep!!I thought I knew it all when it came to gesture drawing and landmarks. All you have to do is look at the reference and copy every dent and curve. Yeah right! My knowledge on how to draw the human body is like a kid learning how to draw the trees with a sun high… Continue reading Gesture Drawing and Landmarks.
The other day I seen a post on Facebook and one point that got my attention is spending at least 2 hrs learning something over 2 hrs watching TV. Nothing good is on all of my streaming platforms and my favorite youtubers seem to be going through a content drought, so I decided to spend… Continue reading 2 Hours a Day
5:56, Don pulls up into his driveway and sighs with relief. He made it on time before 6 p.m. Never did he imagine as an adult he'd have a curfew, but its now part of life and it maybe for the better. 5:57, he walks to the front door and suddenly hears a high-pitched terrible… Continue reading 6 PM
I was walking home through Town Square the other night, when I stopped in my tracks. A billboard of an advertisement caught my attention and as I gaped at the image of the model holding skin care cream, I felt my heart skin into my stomach. The female model was me! Well...she looked like me.… Continue reading Your Likeness
I know this idea might sound crazy, but I believe machines will rise up against humans except for the innocent.
An assassin gets into position for work.
Short Story I take a deep breath and say my truth. The chest of my parents, Bernadette and Matthew raise as their eyes grow wide. This is me and they’re are not too happy at my always-been, but new to them identity. I can’t believe they never suspected their daughter to be a lesbian. Sometimes… Continue reading Spewing Tar
Short Story Speak to me in my love language and nothing else. Denver woke up to the warm glow of the sun peering through silk curtains and a bouquet of roses on her nightstand. Right away her eyebrows furrowed, but that expression diminished when her mouth watered at the savory smell of bacon. He's up… Continue reading LOVE LANGUAGE
This story was hard to write. I wanted to challenge myself on creating something off an image and when I saw the young woman, I instantly fell in love with her. She reminded me of everything natural and beautiful.
Short Story Somewhere in the future, the time is midnight where the natural glow from the sky has been replaced by dozens of man-made luminescence. With her hands shoved into the pockets of her coat, Basil keeps a steady pace down the near empty city walk until she steps on a sheet of paper.… Continue reading The Secret Mind of Basil
Whenever I was angry, my mother told me to go hug a tree. I always thought that was her way of saying “go away” since she was one of those type of mothers who would be cold, distant, and often verbally aggressive towards me. When I had a child myself, I didn’t learn a better… Continue reading One With Nature
At the bottom of the rabbit hole is a blue light full of peace, once fulfilling Cali with a sense of serenity. Now, she digs her nails in the moist dirt that encircles her. She is weak, arms quaking as she uses what little strength left to reach the top. She tells herself not to… Continue reading Climb Cali
Richard was leaving a shopping center carrying two bags of groceries when he noticed a man about seven-foot-tall, but his height was minimized due to a horrible slouched over posture and a hunch in his back. The man was digging through a garbage inches from his car and pulled out a moldy piece of bread.… Continue reading Buzzard
Famous protester, Gabrielle stood at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial. "Open your eyes!" She blared into a bullhorn. "There are no particles in the sky that's lingering in the air. Free your face and take a deep breath. Embrace those you love. What they want is division between worlds in their own personal battles.… Continue reading Silence is Golden
Let's face the truth. Only when you're gone will you ever be appreciated. As of right now, you're like the rest of us. But at least you're not alone. There are billions of creators like you waiting to get that chance to climb out of the barrel. Rest assure, you're not alone walking this long… Continue reading Only When You’re Gone
Poor illiterate Ella. She's at least fifteen years old and cant read for shit. Her parents use to teach her at home, but after long efforts they decided to place her into public school. All she does is sleep through classes, though. Awake, she was constantly bullied. When I asked her why she slept so… Continue reading Illiterate Ella
Words cant explain how much I hate roller coasters. The whipping and thrashing of your body, especially in your head. The cutting feeling of the wind against your face. The nauseating sensation of your stomach rising and falling. Oh, God dont let it be filled with horrible amusement park food. But I strapped myself in… Continue reading Relax and Enjoy the Ride
There's a new device and the developers announced it would be the final update of the century. The new device is a small chip that would be administered into the brain above the right eyeball. It has the power to interlock itself with the five senses for a grander human experience. Isn't that amazing! Whatever… Continue reading The Final Update
Out of curiosity, I typed "Snuff Film" in the search box. Right away a number of results appeared. I clicked on the first link and was brought to a clean website with a black background and cubes containing videos and their descriptions. A psychotic would have browsed through the hundreds of videos, but a psychotic… Continue reading Out of Curiosity
A business owner scanned over the application of an individual. It was hard for her to determine which sex they belonged to. Their skin was transparent. They had wide almond shaped passion fruit purple eyes (most likely contacts) and not a single stand of hair was on their perfectly oval head. She glanced down at… Continue reading Prefer Not to Say
Enjoy this weeks flash fiction and many more!
Creating this short flash fiction with only dialogue was challenging, but I made it through. I'm excited about this piece becasue it was inspired by one of Shakespeare poems Sonnet 130 "My Mistress" .
I was dreaming of meeting the love of my life, but she rejected me. By doing so, she placed her hand on my face and pressed all five fingers down around my eyes. Normally, you dont feel anything physically when you dream, so naturally I woke up. In reality someone was touching me. Not someone.… Continue reading Wake up
I woke up and couldn't move, yet I can see the living room. I thought I was having one of those episodes where you wake up but you're still in a dream. Haunting figures crept on me, but they weren't horrifying because I realized they were my family. My mother, the natural caregiver that she… Continue reading The Day I turned into a Plant
There's something about rain during the day that gets to me in comparison to when it happens at night. I'm awake to watch the gods in heaven cleanse the earth. The sun is out so I know they are watching as their creations scatter for cover. Me, I dont run. In my mind I want… Continue reading Sun Showers
Mia worked in a hospital where her role was to keep the deteriorating establishment clean of defecating smells. She spent all day swishing a mop side to side on an area she cleaned over a hundred times. The windows were wiped, but they never stayed free of hand prints from the other patients begging to… Continue reading A Special kind of Worker
Photo by Radu Florin on Unsplash Every morning I am drawn to the scent of fresh coffee and hear the flicker of a lighter. As part of my mind catches up with my body, I drag my feet into the kitchen and sit beside her. This morning I had to question her daily routine. "I… Continue reading Coffee and Cigarettes
Lately I have been going outside to do some writing and I witness a horrible moment. A woman found out her spouse was with another woman. The pain of being heartbroken is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, but it's not a pain. A pain is a sense that comes and goes within seconds, but an ache last for hours, days, years, maybe even eternity. I hope the woman feels better and doesn't allow the scars to draw her heart from her sleeve.
Living as a Homeless Writer I have this tent in my closet. I bought it two years ago when I went to the beach and I haven't used it since. Now that I look at it, I wonder about my future. Someone close to me once shouted, "chasing your dream will lead you to be… Continue reading Poor, Broke and Hungry
Religion and other forms of spirituality inspire majority of my stories. I wrote The Last Tall Building at the beginning of my transformation of becoming a born again Christian.
My lover is not what I expected him to be. Instead of a chiseled physique, I get a sloth who refuses to release it’s grasp from me. His hair is like bristle of an overused broom. Sometimes I watch him chew on leftovers like a moose. You may ask “why am I with him if… Continue reading Lovers, Perfect/Imperfection
As Valentine's Day approaches and lovers are scampering around shops to buy last minute gifts, there are individuals dreading this moment for bonding. In my opinion, Valentine's Day is just another corporate holiday to get consumers to spend loads of money on gift. If you love someone, shouldn't you express that affection everyday through the… Continue reading First, Love Yourself
Sorry. This is my first time writing about love. They say practice makes perfect, but I had my heart broken so many times It’s becoming quite annoying. So how can I craft love to perfection or is it even perfect to begin with? Do you really know that spouse you been with for long? Are… Continue reading Writing Faulty Love
Can you write while feeling anxious? Sometimes I can, but it takes a lot of work. A couple of years ago, I moved to Florida. This was an extremely stressful time because it involved me leaving my daughter in Chicago with her father. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or get out of the house because… Continue reading Writing on Stress
This poem came to me while I was looking at my love. I was just staring at him, thinking of the day when we will have a nasty argument. I hope there will be some force within the universe like a marriage that would make me think why I fell in love with him the first place.
This is one of my old works. I wrote this between 2015 to 2016 during the time ISIS terror group was all over the news. I dont hear much about them anymore strangely, but it clearly had an impact on me.
I’m sitting on a bench in the park. To my far right there’s three people. Two men and a woman. The men are talking to each other, flames of furry in both sets of eyes while the woman looks down at her feet. I understand she is a lover to one of them. To my… Continue reading Based on Intuition
I lived in both of these locations so this poem comes from the heart. I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment. I enjoy reading feedback.
many relationships fail becasue one of the spouses fails to say three simple words to their love. A complement is important to let your love know you admire them.
My Writing Distractions RelationshipSchoolLifeIntoxicationSocial Media Relationship Relationships take a lot of work. I'm not talking about family and friends although keeping these types of relationships steady are a bit of work in their own way. I'm referring to a committed, romantic relationship and mine is a bit difficult to hold onto while I work… Continue reading Wandering Mind, Paused Fingers
Before I begin to tell you how to build your confidence as a writer, I'm going to be honest. I'm not so confident in my own work. Why? Because in the realm of self-publishing there is so much work to compete and compare your work with. According to Just Publishing Advice How Many Amazon Kindle… Continue reading 5 Ways to Build Your Confidence as a Writer
My bf once told me, "all you write about is doom and destruction. I mean all of your characters are destined to die". I was shocked, but not insulted. In fact, I was overjoyed to finally discover the type of genre in fiction I am best known for writing. I knew he was telling the… Continue reading Be Your Own Writer
Something has been amiss with my current goals in writing and I know it's not writer's block. When I sit down at my computer with a mind on one of my novels, my mind goes blank as soon as I begin the process. I wonder if anyone ever felt like this before. Have you ever… Continue reading It’s not Writer’s Block
I'm not a fan of feedback, but over the past year I learned to take it like a champ. How? The answer is simple. Nod your head, say thank you, and down a whole bottle of Jack Daniels in the privacy of your home. No! I'm just kidding. Don't drink. But that's how you really… Continue reading Taking Feedback like a Champ
I'm 50,005 words in my novel as of today and I am getting super tired of it. Not the story. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this project because I'm having fun writing it. However, I do feel like I'm getting burned out with writing in general. What sucks is that I don't… Continue reading Writer Burn Out
It first, I didn't want to go, but my inner child was craving for a new experience so I joined my sister and mom on a road trip to New Orleans! I was in a creative rut. I couldn't find the direction I wanted to go with my art and fiction, but I kind of… Continue reading Trip to New Orleans
Now that I'm taking my creative writing career more serious, I have to admit that writing is hard. Its been a while since I actually sat down and worked long hours on a piece of fiction. I graduated from school 2020 and I think it was the four year break trying to find myself and… Continue reading Writing is Hard
Today, we're talking about Free Indirect Speech. Sometime last year, I bought these two books in the clearance rack at Barnes and Noble and as of today I starting working on the light green book, Fiction Writers Notebook. If you're a creative writer like myself, I highly recommend you add these to your cart. The… Continue reading Free Indirect Speech
