voids of time, lost to time

“No time left in the present”  No time measured in the glass spheres  That broke into shards  All around him  “No time like the present,” he told himself No time, no time left in the present So he spun the shards about the dead ground until he bled   Visiting pieces that would have best been …

all for nothing

written 10/16 “I spent so much of my time worrying about things that don’t matter. How many hours did I read about all the different types of flowers, I couldn’t tell you. I thought I had loved them. I truly believed I did. It was nice to study their intricacies and what made them distinct…

tumble of the promise

transferred promise passed down promise a shared promise to people who didn’t know they would be shared Do you hate me for doing it? Do you hate me enough to care? ~Sammicakes

Almost Done Being Alone | Song

Inspired by your thoughts enchanted by your actions my life is meaningless if you live with no satisfaction Every day I wait for you sitting amongst the flowers in the meadow to come up from the hill and pull me into you, tell me it’s time to go And on days where you take too…

Writing 100+ Pages in 30 Days! | Saturday Ramblings

Happy Saturday! I took a break from posting on my blog, but it was all for good reason, I promise. I came up with a new story idea in the start of the summer, and it completely consumed me. I was sick of thinking about it, having all the different strings of plot points and…

Nature | Stream of Consciousness

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…

The Impact of Technology on Education | Essay

This was an essay for a scholarship I wrote in May. Enjoy! ~ In the wakes of the pandemic, our dependence on technology has become more pronounced than ever. College classes have all moved online; grade schools are following suit, though the change is not so foreign for them. Most families in my county have…

Storms on an Easter Sunday

In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…

Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story

“stay rude” ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window,…