• Advice - Blog

    How to Write for Hollywood – Volume 1

    Do you enjoy calling yourself a “writer” but can’t stand the tedium of writing? Would you rather binge watch the latest reality show than open a book? Does everything you consume go better with wine? Now, you can find a remarkable career writing for Hollywood. This simple 98-step program will…

  • Poetry

    Badlands (When It Rains)

    Drifting the badlands, I know you fell, Thought I didn’t see you, but I just didn’t tell. One more reason to loathe the only one I love, Another time to die, when you can’t rise above. No safety could reach us, we would just steal, Disoriented, we tried to move…

  • Poetry

    The Fall

    So the sun set early today, Saw your reflection in the water, by the way. Laughing and smiling through space and time, It’s a shame it ended and you crossed that line. Just one thing I will always know, How much you loved me before you let go.   They…

  • Creepypastas

    Remembering My Isaac

    1. She felt dazed and unaware of her surroundings. The room was lit by a circle of blue candles on a table opposite her bed. Despite the remarkably bright light, she lay in darkness. The folds of the curtains suspended from the rods above were thick and smothering. She struggled…

  • Creepypastas

    The Creep

    1. They found him several weeks after that night. His abandoned body lay in the remote woods, as alone in death as he was in life. The nights had been freezing and days barely above. The elements had slowed decomposition. I think it might’ve been better if it hadn’t. I…

  • Creepypastas

    Home Sweet Home

    1.   Oh, why not write these things down? Why not, I say? For what is real and what is not? I am suspended over what my doctor calls the “dream-reality haze.” Isn’t that convenient? After all, what would anyone that’s crazy possibly know? Even regarding our own health or…

  • Creepypastas

    The Beautiful Blue Mist

    1. Traveling down a long, darrk corridor, a candle is my only light. The tiny flame sends a ghostly glow out ahead of me. The damp darkness, almost foggy, sends a shiver down my spine as I wait for what lurks beyond. The unknown lies ahead, so calming and confusing,…

  • Creepypastas

    COLD

      Of course, she didn’t do it. She knew she didn’t do anything illegal. The point was convincing them she didn’t do it. How was that possible? They wrongly assumed her guilt, and now their assumption had her behind bars. She was guilty until proven innocent. It was unjust. How…

  • Creepypastas

    The Statue of Ninurta

    He held the war god of Babylon, even though everyone had said it was just a myth. They claimed he insulted the field of archeology with his, “self-appointed quest.” Ninurta was a gorgeous solid gold creature within his hands. Jonathan brushed the ancient sand delicately from the priceless relic. The…

  • Creepypastas

    The Last Kiss

    With great force, the wind blew the tree branches against the window. Inky and black, the night seemed to be a frightening predator and I, the only prey. Only a thin pane of glass protects me and shelters me from what lay beyond. The stars resemble tiny, imprisoned angels, damned…