there are those who assume a story ends on the last page and others still who assume it began at all.
Creative Writing
emma was nine and her parents were protective. “stay where we can see you,” they’d say when she played outside. her friends rode the bus home from school and had keys to their houses; very self-sufficient at such a young age. but emma only rode the bus when her mother was home to receive her. … Continue reading if it doesn’t rain
we came upon a tree that barely survived another hard winter. "will," grandma said. "that's some will." i looked to my small brother. i'm not sure he understood what she meant that day, but he examined intently the way the tree held up the sky in its frail, skeletal limbs. grandma died the following year. … Continue reading the inspirationist
a story doesn't have to tell the truth; it just has to tell a truth.
"where does it bloom?" as they walked, she pointed to a ridge overlooking a deep ravine. he followed her quietly and recalled the sight of the olympus jutting proudly above the red sand. how far have we come? they seemed to have traveled out and back across the distant reaches of forever. time had been … Continue reading a time for love and beauty
the hardest part of letting others read my work is defending myself against the accusation of being the main character or the narrator.
a drop of condensed breath weaves a path down the heavily perspiring pane. visibility through the glass is nonexistent. he sighs. "it's beautiful." air escapes and a plume of frost billows out from behind the door. a scent of space and starlight enfolds him like an alien blanket. it's something he barely knows. vaguely aware … Continue reading the capsule
Nicolas Gonzales 