Hence the Name…

Yes I'm still alive and no I did not forget about you. Truth is I have just been very, very busy trying to put the book together. I am compiling a collection of short stores written and published on this blog and making them into a book. That book is scheduled to release on April 4th, which... Continue Reading →

Crunch Time…

Things are getting very interesting around these parts. I am at the beginning of the end. Or a better phrasing may be to say, I have just begun the final level for this particular iteration of the game. It's the fourth quarter, we've entered the final stretch. For the past year and a half I have been... Continue Reading →

Pure Water Theory

I read a lot of books on writing and watch a lot of videos that give writing advice and at times, I think it is easy to get caught up in all of the technical aspects or writing. Plot and sub-plot, tropes, clichés, originality, round vs flat characters, not to mention crafting an active protagonist, as... Continue Reading →

In Sheep’s Clothing

Part I Damien Sills Jr. sat alone in the driver seat of his black four-door sedan. A raspy voice whispered to him the lyrics of a song that he had heard at least a hundred times before. The music rolled and curled through the interior of the vehicle like smoke from a cigar or cigarette. The... Continue Reading →

Goblin’d

Part I Chapter 1 - Bedtime "Time for bed buddy boy." "Daddy, no! I don't wanna go to bed!" Edward smiled at his son, "I know you don't Bud, but you have to go to sleep now so we can get up tomorrow and start a new adventure." "An adventure?!" The small boy's eyes lit up at... Continue Reading →

Street’s Disciple

When I was 15 I discovered the music of the rapper Nas and my life changed. I use to be a rapper myself... but that was a long time ago. Like, in high school. I wasn't a rapper for very long though, I mean relatively speaking, if we are looking at my life over the larger scope of time,... Continue Reading →

Like a Punch to the Face…

It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but when I was younger, I used to get picked on. Keep in mind that when I say "picked on" I don't mean I was being teased. No,  it was more like I was getting beat up on a regular schedule. I was being bullied. I know, I know... like I... Continue Reading →

Justice

We stood in an extremely long line that now lay behind me and seemed to trail off into forever. The line lead into a large open room with high ceilings similar to a gymnasium, or perhaps an airplane hangar, it is hard to say which. The air hung heavy with the smell of heat and... Continue Reading →

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