Hello! I’ve recently moved, and I’ve been thinking a lot in the process. The hardest thing has been leaving the people I love, despite how excited I am for new adventures and experiences. This poem was inspired by those feelings. You’re a gaping hole a missing part the most precious part of me You’re my …
Remember that time when E.B. Dawson interviewed me for her blog? As amazing as it was, it was only the beginning of our friendship. Since then, I’ve gotten to know Beth more (yes, we’ve bonded over sharing the same name), and let me tell you: She’s incredible! Furthermore, and probably of more interest to you, …
Please forgive the tardiness of this post! It’s technically still Monday, though, so it technically isn’t late. As an apology for making you wait longer than usual, this chapter is especially long. Find previous chapters here. What a beautiful night it was, with the air holding the coolness of the end of summer and the …
Find Chapter 1 here and Chapter 2 here. _____________________________________ It was a typical day for Steven Booker. His master woke him and his fellow apprentice, the quite Will Scriber, at the break of dawn. They ate their usual ration of oatmeal, trimmed their quills, and sat down at their benches to begin hours of …
Home is a concept that has long interested me. The word carries with it strong connotations of physical places. “I’m going home,” one says after a long day at work. “I’m coming home,” one says to family as a holiday approaches. But what does it mean? An old adage says, “Home is where the heart …
Hello all. Sorry, there’s no super deep or not-so-deep thought for you today. Instead, I’m asking you (again) for your help, this time for a friend of mine. If you would, please vote for my friend Danny McCook, who made a remix of Switchfoot’s song “Afterlife” for a competition. Here’s the link: http://www.talenthouse.com/creativeinvites/preview/a848cc65414d007118c8629e684dd8c9/483 Thanks for …
Here I venture to tell a story that takes place in this world. It’s been a while, since for the past four years all my thought has been wrapped up in my own story world. Hopefully it’s not too bad :) __________________________________________________________________________ Something startles me awake. I grab my alarm clock to see what time …