Only five full days of school have passed by and I’ve already been hit with the dreaded (inevitable) Senioritis. I would say that I’m surprised—since I have been heavily motivated and hardworking throughout my entire school career—but that would be a hilarious lie. Junior year was a complete wreck, an onslaught of projects and extra…
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Nobodies in Rodem
Here’s another sample of The Dark Hero. If you’ve read Accursed Red, you understand what’s going on. I have five sample chapters of my book on here, just click the Accursed Red tab, and you’ll see the entire list of links to the chapters. (I will warn you: I changed a few things before I…
The Town: Part 5
Jac’n had lugged his lightweight from door to door, knocking and hollering, kneeling and begging. There had to be one person in this barren, good-for-almost-nothing kind of town that would want him before he offed himself. Right? The door had been shut on him ten times—six women and four men—and now he had only two…
Chapter Three: The Promise Land
Everything around her swirled, hypnotically. Ismus felt her mind soar, visions of dragons and confetti streaming throughout her brain. Lion heads sang and danced. Acorns with beards smiled and laughed. Babies chuckled and soiled their diapers. Things went black, then in color. Kaleidoscope views and phantasmagorias made Ismus think she had passed out on a…
Wind and Cake (Final Part)
The Contest: Child’s Play The rest of the kids came around 8:05. There were twenty kids including himself, ranging from ten to seventeen. All of them came and sat down on the chairs and assembled into their friend groups. (One of the groups made it a big fuss for all of them to sit down…
Wind and Cake (Part Two)
Part Two lucks and losses featuring: cold yet caring—not enough—the contest: child’s play—what’s the use of feeling blue?—and cyan frosting Cold yet Caring Peter had slipped out of Clementine’s house around five in the morning. He had walked back to his flat in dark, pensive silence. The world around him was…
Wind and Cake
A Hybrid Beads of sweat were gathering about his neck by time Peter had reached the bakery. The sun was at its biggest, brightest, and most violent at the scalding hour of noon. The sign of “Emma Sweetwater’s Bakery” had not yet dimmed to black, meaning that whatever happened to the strict closing time…
Sammicakes 