I needed some time due to some personal stuff. Now I’m back to writing again, hello....

The snow had started falling early that morning, just like it always did in the middle of December. I love the first snow. It makes everything look so clean, like the world forgot all the bad things that have happened this year. I press my face to the window, my breath fogging up the glass and I start smiling. Maybe today would be different, maybe the snow would make things better.

“Michael,” ...

04-19-94

Dear Diary,

I know I said in my last diary entry I was going to look into F, but I have other business to attend to first: her.

I was out at 2am taking a walk trying to come up with a way to find information on F when something caught my eye. The girl looks no older than 10 years old, hand being pulled by the man towards the alley at 2am in the morning. I could hear her yelling for help...

In the middle of a WIP. Wanted to keep my streak going....

Every night, Lucy tucked her teddy bear under the bed so the monsters could have him instead. One morning, he came back smiling—with teeth that weren’t his....

Have writer’s block.

Question: What do you do when you experience writer’s block?...

The blank screen on my phone stared back, defiant, daring me to leave it untouched. My fingers hovering over the keyboard and my mind working to come up with a starting line to my story. It has been a while since I last wrote anything and I wasn’t expecting it be this hard when I came back.

“Just one sentence,” I mumble. “That’s all.”

My eyes scan the sentence I wrote, “There were two things I ...

Blake looked at the picture in the photo album, a young girl he didn’t recognize standing between him and his older brother Ray. His mother who was standing behind him, froze, staring at the photo, and whispered, “I will never forgive you and your brother for what you did to our family.”...

I love you. The love you have for me is enduring and forever.

I have failed you day after day, but regardless of that you love me.

Your love for me never changes

The love you have towards me, nothing and nobody can separate

Neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers

You are love itself

Your love is priceless

Your love is abounding

Your love is better than life

You have demonstrated yo...

Four months ago, an invitation came in the mail. The blue envelope with my name written in calligraphy in orange pen, Amelia Harris.

The invitation read:

Class of 1994 Your 20 year High School Reunion is coming up.

When: September 18, 2024 at 7pm

Where: The Old Gym at Washington High School. Yes, the one that has the musty smell that clings to every surface - a potent mix of mildew, rust,...