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There was a fair amount of hype and anticipation surrounding the release of Night in the Woods. Originally pitched by studio Infinite Fall on Kickstarter in late 2013, it reached its initial goal of $50,000 in a mere 26 hours. … Continue reading Night in the Woods Hits Too Close to Home, Wrecks Young Adults Everywhere
Some people would argue that the plot of Kingdom Hearts has become rather convoluted over the years. However, with every installment, I’m seeing a concise, overarching narrative coming together. The more I revisit the games, it’s only plain to see … Continue reading An Explanation of the Overarching Narrative in Kingdom Hearts
My submission for the Writers of the Future contest The Writers of the Future contest awards the best science fiction-y short story. I don’t typically dabble in the sci-fi, so I present my ideas to you so you can help … Continue reading My submission for the Writers of the Future contest
Moving the Bed The dream The same dream. Two or three nights a week, the same dream. I stand on the shoreline of the Mediterranean in the blackness of night, ankle deep in the lightly churning water. The sea looms … Continue reading Moving the Bed: A Story About Death
Here is a short narrative I wrote. It’s about my dog. It’s sad. It actually won the Pulitzer Prize, so…it has that going for it.
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I once heard a saying from someone who believed that, uncompromisingly, women fantasize about being rescued, and men fantasize about being the rescuers. I can’t attest to the statement’s ubiquity, but when I was young, this belief, in part, held to be true.
Looking back now, it’s almost alarming the amount of time I conjuring up ludicrous scenarios in which I could step in, the valiant white knight, and save my distressed damsel from whatever catastrophes descended upon her. Maybe this urge stemmed from a desire to be noticed, recognized for my feats of bravery, and then appreciated thereafter. Of course, I know now that it’s a false way of thinking, to protect someone out of selfish intentions. At the time, it all seemed the same to me. Continue reading “A Story About Bailey”
Gray Areas 