I reached for my journal, but I stopped short when my eyes fell on the empty space on my desk where the battered leather book was supposed to be. And then I remembered. In a flash of white-hot rage my hand swiped across the surface of the desk, sending books and papers and office supplies … Continue reading Excerpt: Momma’s Journal
Imagine seeing the world through red-tinted glasses. Red’s linked to aggressive behavior – that’s what the scientists say, isn’t it? So imagine seeing everything in red, all the time. Imagine that anger boiling in your blood, every second of the day. Like an unquenchable, raging forest fire, increasing in its fury and wrath as it … Continue reading Short Story: The Bully
I haven't posted anything original in a while...here's something to fill the void while I finish my most recent people projects 🙂
The following is a piece written by a Veteran who prefers to remain anonymous. If this resonates with you, please share your experience below.
I need to compete.
I need the eyes of judgement and assessment on me holding me accountable.
I need the struggle and hardship of pushing myself to be better, mentally and physically.
I need to sweat, breath heavy until the taste of metal creeps into my throat, I need the pain of pushing my physical limits.
I need hard work.
I thrive in this primitive element of strain.
Call me simple, but I need to be on edge, sharp, always honing the blade.
Life’s struggles has had that blade smashed on a rock until dull and bent, that primitive animal state, emaciated. ‘Like driving a Ferrari with the e-brake on’ a friend once told me.
There is a way back. I just need to find it.
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This is a story I did for the Springfield News-Sun as part of my journalism practicum. As I've been telling everyone I talk to about covering this story, it's easily one of the best stories I've covered yet. I haven't posted a 'people' story in a while, and so in light of the fact that I will … Continue reading Li’l General
“Anna?” She didn’t answer me right away, and I started to doubt that it was actually her. Anna had left this small town ages ago. Fresh out of high school, she made for the big city. She had plans – she was going to study art. Spend her first year or two in the … Continue reading Short Story: I Was A Fool
“Those guys, over there. Those are what we are trying to keep these kids from becoming.” It wasn’t exactly clear to us what Alvaro was talking about at first. He parked the van across the street from the group of men lounging on the sidewalk. They had snacks in their hands and a bottle sitting at … Continue reading A Man and His Child
I had never been one of the ‘cool kids’ in my eyes. But in 7th grade, I got into a fight on the last day of school, over something stupid, and I was declared winner. That kind of opened the doors to do what these other kids were doing – and it wasn’t necessarily good … Continue reading “I am Caleb Coleman”
When Brienna Hayter fainted on the first day of classes earlier this year, no one thought anything of it. She laughed with her friends as lyrics about “lying on the cold hard ground” from Taylor Swift’s song, “Trouble” rang around the lunch table. No one expected it to become an ongoing issue. “I hadn't been … Continue reading Meet Brienna
Classes start in two days. I'm actually kind of excited. It's my senior year, and my first year as photography editor of the school paper. Plus I'll be working with a local paper not far from campus. I am eager to see what God has in store for me this Fall. I've also decided that … Continue reading It’s That Time Again