The Blank Page

The blank page is staring at me. It’s new, untouched. I look at it and find myself excited with the endless possibilities that this page could provide me. I think of writing- the stories that could be told. Will someone fall in love? Will a loved one die? Will they fall, literally, crack their tailbone... Continue Reading →



  I had to pretend to understand their language. My life depended on it. I watched as they were killing people off one-by-one. I wanted more than anything to live. My adrenaline was pumping. I was sitting in their ship, quietly, hoping more than anything that they wouldn’t discover that I’m human. They would speak,... Continue Reading →

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