Writing: Pass the Salt

Original “Salt?” She asked. “I swore off salt a while ago. Bad for your health, it gets everywhere, it just doesn’t make sense to eat it, and I don’t know why other people do it.” He replied. “But this salt is your salt. You’re going to be responsible for it in my plate.” She replied as she pointed a finger at her plate. “No it’s not, we’ve been over this.” He retorted. He pointed to three guys are nearby tables. “They’ve had their salt around you, and I think it’s one of theirs.” “How do you know it’s not your … Continue reading Writing: Pass the Salt

Jack and Neal Swing in Squaresville

Here’s a short story I wrote over the past month. It’s an idea for mixing a funk theme with a fantasy that I had several years ago, but for the purposes of the project I was working on, I added a bit of beat poetry lingo into the mix. Squaresville was looking unusually way out when Jack and I rolled up to the scene. Squares everywhere looked like someone had fell on them. “Halt, do not come closer to the gate!” The fuzz screamed as he crawled out from behind the door. He looked like he had seen a ghost! … Continue reading Jack and Neal Swing in Squaresville

An Argument for Remaining Childless

I’m getting a bit higher in years, realizing that it’s almost been 10 years since I graduated high school and acquired my first college diploma. I’ve had a slow love life, and the longer I live and witness the reality of that stage of life, the more I’m grateful for the delay. For example… cheating/deception/lack of thought before producing children/etc. Especially given the current political and literal climate, I’ve made the decision not to have kids. Some people seem to believe that their value will increase if they’re married and immediately produce kids… is that true? It seems a bit … Continue reading An Argument for Remaining Childless

February Update-Still Here!

Hello everyone! I’ve obviously been away for a bit, but I’ve been practicing my writing through other methods, as well as keeping busy with life duties. I’ve been practicing my writing with a website I learned about in my creative writing course, called 750 Words. What is does is give you a daily writing goal of 750 words to reach every day, in a private word processor. I’ve found it to be surprisingly therapeutic, and there’s  free trial for 30 days before a subscription kicks in. As a personal goal, I want to get the drive to attempt a longer … Continue reading February Update-Still Here!

Love Like Skittles

With the inauguration today, I’d imagine that many are a series of emotions, most of them negative. I figured I’d give an analogy of something I’ve been thinking about that… could be perceived as cute? I’ve been thinking about how I handle relationships with others, and how to form connections with others. It’s a bit simplistic, but I thought of my assortment of interests and traits as a bag of Skittles, one which changes flavors and those flavors grow stronger or weaker over time. I picture most acquaintances as someone who enjoys a flavor I have to offer. That guy … Continue reading Love Like Skittles

Word of the Day Hiatus

After some thought on the matter in my last update, I’ve decided to take some time off to take a breather from Word of the Day writing. I’ve been at the practice for five days a week since the end of October, and lately my work feels uninspired and, at times, just angry (Climbing Out is an example of this). I have enough creative writing on my plate with my class at the moment, and I intend to do an occasional blog post on various subjects when time and interest allow. I’m glad that people have taken the time to … Continue reading Word of the Day Hiatus

Climbing Out

Magic Word: Hegira My life has been one constant hegira from my poor decisions and bad luck. I guess you can say that I’ve become a professional at making the best from the worst. In this case, I’ve learned to improve myself through learning what not to do at first. My brother died from alcohol poisoning, therefore I abstain at the cost of my social life. That’s all people do down here is drown out their sorrows in whiskey and hard liquor. Any shows which don’t involve sports, westerns or the US military are for steers and queers here. One … Continue reading Climbing Out