There are days when I don’t mind being alone, and then there are days when I remember what my family was like. Continue reading
I couldn’t imagine for the life of me why it was taking Val so long inside the grocery store.
But then she showed up with a plant. Continue reading
The looming apple tree in the front yard used to be ideal for sitting under while admiring the soft light glinting off the ruby bricks and pristine roof shingles of her old home. It lay on the outskirts of a large city, far away enough so that only the loudest of the bustling noise would touch it. Every spring, the apple boughs would be laden with scarlet fruit for a fortnight before they dropped to the supple grass below. A creek ran its course around the house’s border, in constant motion despite the overpopulation of rocks and algae in its way. A wooden fence stood near the creekside, supporting a mass of mock-orange plants. They were trimmed every week, and the blossoms would often drop into the pellucid waters and drift down the gentle current. Continue reading
Yes, yes, yes, I know- today is Sunday.
But it’s close enough and I DO WHAT I WANT.
Either way, today I’m going to be sharing a little snippet of something I wrote instead of working on my novel. It’s become very frequent of me to do this- I’ll sit down to write and get at least a good 1,000 words down in The Great Novel Of Doom, but I’ll (accidentally) end up writing out some other idea that’s been floating around in my head for a while. This particular thing involves pirates with magical powers that no one (including me) fully knows about. It was also kind of a practice to work with different speech patterns (although that didn’t work out too well… oops).
Let me know what you think down below! I might actually write out some more of this one, we’ll see how it goes. 🙂
A rather desperate, twelve year old Hudson Winchester yelled through cupped hands as he trekked through the forest. His family’s cabin had long disappeared behind him, but he wasn’t worried. He knew this place like he knew every single Metallica album his dad owned. It was home.
“LILAH PARKER, ARE YOU OUT THERE?!” he called out again, stopping in his tracks. The rough earth was covered in freshly-fallen leaves, barely crunching beneath his feet as he halted. Hudson breathed in the scent of the tall trees around him and smiled.
He knew where to look.
This is a short film a friend and I created for our school’s film festival. It’s the first video the two of us have collaborated on, and hopefully we’ll be making more in the future. Enjoy! 🙂