Trap Doors, Lazy Rivers, and too Many People (Dog Days of Summer)

My heart was pounding, ringing through my ears. I had never experienced anything like this before and I found myself terrified. The world around me went quiet. My arms folded across my chest, my legs crossed over each other. I could see the faces of those waiting outside; full of anticipation and fear. Some couldn't …

A Stranger in the Graveyard (A Poem)

Clicking, tapping, dragging along the road The soft echo of my feet cascaded by the street lamp's glow. Another night, moon rising through the darkening sky My journey short, simple, yet encircled by the question, "Why?" My feet carried me to the local graveyard, A place not many would find themselves alone without guard. My …

I Almost Died at the Gym Yesterday

I've been on the smaller side of the physical spectrum for the majority of my life. Well, up until about 2 years ago that is. The "Freshman 15" turned into the "Freshman 50 and still counting". In recent months I've been trying to lose weight, and succeeding I might add, but I've packed on quite …

How Much is Too Much? 4 Easy Ways to Not Cross “the” Line in Your Writing

I grew up as a child with no verbal filter. I wasn't vulgar. I wasn't "naughty". I simply didn't know when to stop talking. No one can fault my parents because, bless them, they tried their hardest to¬†fix it. I've found myself in many a precarious situation because of my tongue. Whether I was telling …