Stories and stuff...

Taking a break from writing for the next little bit. Take care. I'll be a while.

Ron took a sharp blast from the pipe and looked over at his friend Harry. Harry was running his fingers up and down the wall next to the kitchen table, giggling like a school girl who had just kissed a boy for the first time. Ron looked back at the home made water bubbler in his hands, then re-positioned himself...

Tilda spent the weekend by herself, and her husband wasn't supposed to be home for another few days. He was away for work, and although she enjoyed her time alone with her chocolate ice cream and her Netflix—Tilda was missing him dearly.

My friend and his little cousin and his little cousin's mother once lived on Peppet Street in North Sydney. Directly below in an apartment in the same complex was my other friend and his mother (we will call her "Kim").

Glistening in the dim light of an eclipse the saurian dragon plummets back beneath the waves. His scales streamlined and equipped to cut through the salty brine like vicious razors, his eyes ready to hone in and consume all that try to flee him as he prepares to glide forward through the swells.

When you peel back the veil and the ones and zeros rain down from above, the wires in the sky showing themselves through the cover of many clouds—only then will the truths of existence be ignited within your addled and pounding brain.

This book was originally written for Nanowrimo 2023. As I don't have the mind to write the next Harry Potter, instead of writing a lengthy novel I decided to write a novelette. I started on the 2nd or 3rd of November and finished the first draft around the 21st.

As starlight descended from a dreamy night sky all within the kingdom were filled with hope and peace. Visions of prosperity were reignited—even within those who would once be thought of as lost or woefully strayed.

The very first time I ever smoked weed I was around 12-13 years old. It was wintertime—and there were four or five of us. My friend got the weed—so we made our way up to Ferris' Hill to go on our very first drug induced adventure.

Jack stared out into the liveliness of the street with disdain. As all the kids walked by in their colorful spooky costumes he couldn't help his hateful writhing. It was true that if it wasn't for those kids he wouldn't be here—as he didn't "come to life" until he attained his "true" face. But oh—how the knife hurt as his...