Underneath the Waves: Chapter 4

The mountain bled into the trees. Beneath the surface dwelt an intangible hive, a pulsating mesh of nothing that radiated suffering onto all who walked in the mountain's shadow. It was a sketch, but the feeling evoked by mere pencil on paper was enough to change a glance into a stare. 

The Sinking Heart – rewrite

It searches nights to find its rest, Will one welcome poorest guest? She dreams she's cradled by her love, A love that's but a dream. . Incessantly beating young and free, Romantically feeding reverie. Time wore her out beyond repair, Leaving a hanging heart, naked and bare. . The heart that searches for a soul,... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 3

The anticipation of waiting to be looked upon, while not wanting to be seen, caused a slight shudder to pass through Elizabeth’s body. Her history teacher took his time putting his notes back into his folder while the last of the students dragged their feet out of the classroom. He let out a long sigh... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 2

Edward’s hand had all but healed. He periodically squeezed the steering wheel tight and released it to let the blood circulate through his fingers and knuckles. A talkback show ebbed through waves of static noise that washed through his truck as it moved beyond the range of the radio towers. Yet, even when the signal was strong, it was all white noise to Edward. He reached over and flicked off the radio and instead listened to the low vibrations of his truck, struggling to make it up the slow incline of the road. 

Underneath The Waves: Chapter 1

Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls.  Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm. 


The books on my shelf are my tattoos. The covers are comforts and windows to my mind. They are a display of my thoughts. Thoughts that run rampant in a dizzying spiral suddenly have points in space and time. My thoughts have buckets in these books. My questions have answers and the answers create more... Continue Reading →

The Artist’s Way

I’ve recently been on an audio book binge. I never really liked audio books because I love highlighting things and writing in the margins of the pages of book. Granted, it’s rare that I ever go back to them and read the highlights, but I like that I have that option.  This week I’ve been... Continue Reading →

I’m back.

Hello my friends! It has been along time. I've revamping this blog to hold myself accountable. Well, really I'm hoping you all will be commenting and asking for updates on certain things, but I'm not even sure people blog anymore. I have a question for you: What are your thoughts on having an alias when... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves

Ayn’s feet sunk further below the freezing water by the weight placed on her heart.  Thoughts emanated after every beat and stung her mind like harsh sand-filled winds upon bare skin. With each wave that rolled out, she sunk deeper. The water washed through her ankles as if Ayn had always been there, removed from... Continue Reading →

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