The Unfortunate Writer: Part II
As time passed and Kayla enjoyed her storytelling, people eventually learned about it. They would come to her house and inquire her about it....
The Unfortunate Writer Part I
Our town has always bordered close to illiteracy. Even if some of the elders go far into the deserts and beyond to study, they...
Parallel Part III
The next morning, I wake up groggy. A fog settles on my mind and my eyes, that are swollen from all the crying, and...
Parallel Part II
The moon is round, glowing to its fullness, as if mocking me for harboring such darkness in my soul. The loneliness it eating at...
Parallel Part I
The old wood creaks under my weight as I pull myself out of the bed. I take a puff and try to concentrate my...
The Mad Scientist of the Memory Lane Part III
He rushes toward the blue alley and enters the lane. Just as the doctor steps forth, this breath seems to grow thicker and his...
The Mad Scientist of the Memory Lane Part II
Everyone knows that it is best to maintain a safe distance from this white tent. It’s called the Rainbow House and it is rumored...
The Mad Scientist of the Memory Lane Part I
Journal Entry
June 29, 1980
I think I might have the cure for what I am looking for. But, so far I have not got a...
A Retelling of Tarzan and Jane Part III
My mother used to say that not all stories have a good end to them. Some don’t have an end, other’s end in the...
A Retelling of Tarzan and Jane Part II
Somehow, these apes tend to understand me better. They sheltered my mother when my father died of malaria, and she hid alone in a...