What is an alleyway?  I ask myself this as my own footsteps echo back into my ears. It’s quiet. It’s dark.  It’s going on forever.  In the simplest of words, my personal definition would be a short walk-space often found between two, neighboring buildings. They’re often times occupied by dumpsters, bags of garbage, and—perhaps—the occasional shady individual.  … Continue reading The Roaming Chronicles 2: The Infinite Alleyway →

This isn’t real.  Three simple words I’d rarely used in the past, now repeat like a broken record inside my head.  This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.  And yet, here I am.  The moment I crept down the metal-grated stairs outside the café's hidden door, I found myself walking through a city … Continue reading The Roaming Chronicles 1: The Dark Church →

Angie yanks a hanger from the clearance rack in Ramona’s Cabinet, holding it up to herself. “What about this one?” The white, sundress with red flowers is pretty, but a little gawdy.   I wrinkle my nose and shake my head.   “Okay,” she huffs, hanging the dress back up. ‘What’s going on with you?”  This question’s … Continue reading The Hidden Cityscape →

Jazz music plays from the front of Ron’s Antique Shop. Even several aisles in I can hear him humming along to the melody.   “The music of my time,” he’d cheerfully said when I walked in moments ago. On the counter beside him was an antique vinyl record player, still in mint working condition. “Just got … Continue reading Truth Be Told →

I lean back against my couch, stretching my arms and feeling a satisfying pull in my shoulders. My fingers are tired from all my typing, but it’s a good kind of gnawing. A gnawing of progression and productivity.   I am pursuing mental quiet.   Somehow, and I’m not quite sure how, but I’ve recently experienced an … Continue reading When The Bell Rings →

I can’t remember the last time I felt so nervous.   A neat stack of printed sheets sits on my coffee table, waiting patiently for me to review them. Hidden away inside, the marks, comments, and suggestions of my few readers.   C.C., Ginette, and Lucy each read my work what feels like ages ago. And not … Continue reading The Father Figure →

What is in a name?  Better yet, what is a title?  A one-word or multi-worded representation of an entire story that may—or may not—be anywhere around four hundred pages long.   I peruse the shelves of the local bookstore, picking up random hard-back and soft-back novels, reading the title, then reading the blurb on the back to make sense of … Continue reading Name →

Angie: Hey girl!! I read what you sent me already, and I REALLY like it!! Your main character is awesome. I wish I was her lol!  I bite my lip at Angie’s text. I feel pride at the fact she loves my story, but beneath it a strange sense of unrest gnaws at my insides.   … Continue reading Read →

It’s remarkable how many directions a person’s mind can go.   It’s irritating too.   My fingers dig furiously into my scalp, tousling my loose hair. Wavy strands fall into my face and I don’t bother shoving them away. Sick and tired of sitting at my desk all the time, I’ve opted for a seat on the … Continue reading Tweak →

I lay my forehead atop the cool wood of my desk. The clock sitting on the corner ticks away the wasting seconds. With an exasperated sigh, I roll my head from side to side, hoping—by some miracle—it'll smooth out the creases of my jumbled thoughts.   It’s been almost a month since I took the café … Continue reading Steep →