
Strings
There's a piece of string I play with every time you run away. You know this. It’s not a fancy string. White and tightly rolled, about five…
Author, Maker, Mystery, and Stuff.
A collection of my short form writing over the years. Some of these may be cringy, but I was young(er) then.

There's a piece of string I play with every time you run away. You know this. It’s not a fancy string. White and tightly rolled, about five…

A short scene I wrote years go. I don't even remember the secret.

A short story about love, longing, loss, and pirates.

A snippet: Life is a dance, and missteps early on can make us wallflowers the rest of our lives.

Love, loneliness, and miscommunication.

You're lost in a world of pinwheels and shiny sparkly recycled plastic toys. Daydreaming, nightdreaming, napdreaming.

A snippet that inspired coffee sippers.

The cities speak, and the Conquerors respond.

There is a world of treasure and lore in the waters beneath you.

Let me see you in that black dress, legs crossed and hair tossed, sitting under a pink umbrella.