How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do. When he pays hush money for his sin. When the doctor calls about your skin. When you fall for me before her eyes. When despite the lies you have butterflies….
To whom it may concern: I compiled my favorite and best blog posts from the past six years and they’re now in this eBook format, for the avid reader on the go. You can make them your kill-time stories if you want. I always love hearing from new people outside of my regular blog postings….
She couldn’t understand how, if Earth spun on its axis twenty-four seven and each full turn was a different day, her heart didn’t change. What on Earth, the stubbornness. Two thousand four hundred days it’d been, she learned the definition of eternity. A grueling and petrifying feeling, like looking at a ghost and holding your…
The year was 2012. I had planned to fly to Oviedo, in northwestern Spain, from Madrid. Two of the major economy airlines in Europe, Ryanair and EasyJet, often promoted low prices to that part of Spain — prices as low as 9.99€. Needless to say, flying would also be faster than taking the train or…
“New guy alert, new guy alert!” announced Jenny. She had just come back from the academic advisor’s office. “Technically, aren’t we all new?” sassed Nana. She was always a smart-mouth. But she was right. We were all just starting the semester, but the fact that Kirk was the last student to join the class, a…
Sit down and write even when you have nothing to whine about, they say. But it’s hard. Especially, after some time apart from your vibe, that which makes your talent shine; that which tells you how bomb you are; that which motivates and inspires you to be the brightest star, someone’s best advice. It can…
Today marks the thirteenth day of me waking up to Mr. Rodrigo’s attacks—a milestone I won’t be celebrating. Some days, I stay in bed and stare at the white ceiling above me, asking whoever can hear my thoughts what I’ve done to deserve this. Then, I try to fall asleep again, ignoring the proven fact…
Surprise me. Take me to the moon so many promises have failed to climb. Show me the sunset at sunrise. Will you make come true that song’s lines, and for me the Kilimanjaro climb a thousand times? You vow never to make mistakes, but human we are and we break. If I’m the sole reason…
First come the problems then it’s the fights then the denial then, boom – goodbye. One remote day, though healed over time you’re friends again hang out ’til sunrise You’ll be alright
The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get confused in the mix. Was it the heat of the summer? Perhaps your inquisitive ear? Was it your puppy eyes begging for me to come near? Was it your persistence, the wordless words you spoke?…