In the End, it Does Matter

The monster is real. It always has been. We only chose to feed it and then go on to say it's a myth. We continue to. Chester Bennington was a soul etched in most of ours. When I heard the news online, I saw many shattered pieces of people, just waiting to be glued up... Continue Reading →

The Story of my Stories

I was never the gifted child - never the prodigy who had skills and talent innate in them. I was a kid who tried, who liked attempting and watching myself fail and succeed at it. I cannot exactly nod to a particular date in history as to when I started writing. By writing, I don't... Continue Reading →

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