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 →

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 →

To be Clever and Witty…

I have a conundrum. I am stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to my writing and this blog. On the one hand, I need to write to become better; a better writer, a better storyteller, a better craftsman. Then on the other hand, I would like to drive traffic to the blog, to... 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 →

The Wondrous Boat Ride

There's no Earthly way of knowing, Which direction we are going, There's no knowing where we are rowing, Or which way the rivers flowing, Is it raining, is it snowing,  Is a hurricane a-blowing Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing, Are the fires of hell a-glowing  Is the... 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 →

Innocence is Bliss…

I found a dead body once... When I was around 4 years old, I was jumping on a bed when my mother caught me in mid jump, sat me down on the edge of the bed and begin to put shoes on my feet. She told me we were going to see my grandfather, my father's father, and as... Continue Reading →

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