This week I decided to share my writing process for the different forms of writing I do (blog posts, short stories, novels, and fanfiction).
A young rose is taken home one day and learns why they are significant to their person.
This is a short story about an Oxford Comma named Steve and his journey in the real world.
He sat on the little brick wall swinging his legs around as he waited. She walked out the front doors and looked around. It wouldn’t be long until their paths crossed.
For every word that describes someone, there is an opposite. How do you describe yourself?
What would happen if a wolf stumbled across a box of balls in the forest?
Over a year ago, I sat in this classroom, waiting for my friends and the professor. A semester after that, a prompt in another class allowed me to capture the feeling of waiting.
This is a short piece I wrote about a year ago about the heat of Arizona.