The apocalypse hit hard. Really hard. One day, people were walking, talking, enjoying their lives, and the very next day they were coughing up blood and vomiting out organs. The virus was an odd one; the equivalent to influenza, Ebola, malaria, and the Black Death if they all formed a team and learned how to fly. It was almost definitely bioterrorism, but whoever created the … Continue reading SHORT STORY: Herman’s Harmonious Flowers and the Secret Survival Sauce

Oh, that feeling, How your presence alters. Your fleeting statures, How I praise your return and dread your absence.  One minute with you feels like a year, But seconds without you feels like an eternity. The fuel of my day, The high of my life.  Oh, how you battle the sadness, Your crusade to tip the scales for me. The veil pulled over reality, Happiness, … Continue reading POETRY: Ode to Happiness

I was in the 5th grade when he called me a whore. What else could we have been playing but Minecraft, back then in its prime, a world of simple blocks and concrete shapes building an escape for some bored children on a hot spring day. He was my older sister’s friend, a striking 6-foot-something, face graced with handsome cheekbones and an angular nose; smile … Continue reading SHORT STORY: In Which Nothing Happens

By the springs that gave it its name, Where the pioneers dared to travel, Here, a growing land of mystery, yet of fame, That’s potential is not yet realized, and starting to unravel. The great Indians now in honor rest, Just like the settlers now in history, And time may make us forget, the best: The nature that was once here, that was free. On … Continue reading POETRY: Dripping Springs