Opal didn’t say anything about Sam’s information from the Simulation. We ate lunch in silence for a while, as I tried to ignore the gnawing anxiety, chewing on the back of my neck. How could we just eat rice and soup like I didn’t just tell her our ship is trying to kill us. I … Continue reading The Ship: Part 4
This is a revised version of a short story I began in 2019. You may read the original version of the story here, if you so desire to see how the story is beginning to evolve.Part 1 can be read here. A persistent beeping broke the silence between Ansel and me. I was trying to remember … Continue reading The Ship: Part 3
Jade decides to visit her estranged union mate, Sam inside the Simulation. What will she discover when she meets up with him?
An update on a short story I began over a year ago. Reintroducing Jade the space captain and she leads humanity.
Last night, I drove through Detroitand listened to Folklore.By that I mean, I drove up and downWoodward Avenue.By that I mean - I drove to Birminghamand back,but if you've never been to Detroit metro,then you don't knowthat's the rich suburbs. I saw a copand got paranoid,because even though I'm whiteand drive a Buick, I'm not … Continue reading December
Everyone looses their shit over fall:the colors,the sweaters, and pumpkin spice, oh my!But I can't stand the darkness creeping induring the expanding night,with the chill in the air that will turn to snow in a few weeks time...or maybe not - 'cause the Earth is boiling, both literally and metaphorically - I feel trapped, in … Continue reading Autumn
Remember when I said bring it on, bitch to 2020? This is not what I meant. I don’t even know how to begin writing anything at all. I guess that’s why I haven’t. Also, depression is a thing. I begin to articulate my thoughts and then I feel overwhelmed by all the things I … Continue reading 3 things I feel about august…
Two weeks later and I feel trapped in reality. I keep thinking about that time last summer when I saw the world was crooked and I keep wondering is it still? Or was that an off kilter moment on borrowed time? Or was it, an indication of times to come? Or was it... I find … Continue reading Two Weeks Later
Two weeks ago, I asked on my Instagram, what should I write about next? The options were change and forgiveness. Change won. Two weeks ago, I had put in my notice at the grocery store I have worked at for the last year and a half. I was excited to begin a new chapter, to … Continue reading Two Weeks Ago
I'm not sure how to begin or rather, where I should begin. I keep listening to my 2019 Spotify playlist that replays the soundtrack to my highs and lows of the entire year. I can look through my Instagram and see a catalog of my best moments. I can read through my public and private journals and … Continue reading hi 2020