I am trying my best to keep up with these inktober prompts but life is busy. Bare with me. I was thinking of skipping some prompts but that seemed like cheating. I am on day five of inktober, blade. What the hell can I do with that word? It is such a boring word. I… Continue reading #163 Inktober 5: Blade
Radios scare me. Do they scare you? There is something eerie about radios. Who is on the other side? It’s creepy. Think about it. I have been listening to the Vincent Price radio station. I have been in a Halloween mood and Vince Price really helps set the spirit of hallows eve. His stories are… Continue reading #162 Inktober 4: Radio
A bulky monster. Large bulky green eyes. Eyes that see everything. Bulky ears that flop side to side. It's feet leave foots prints that are indescribably. It waddles forward. We see a glimpse of its enormous backside. Do you have an image in your head? What do you see? xoxo frsh
Inktober 2: Wisp A wisp of smoke curled up into the air. The smoke circled the luminous moon until it shined like a round pumpkin waiting to burst into flames. Slowly the wind wishes down toward the rickety branches. There, she stands. Her finger nails as long a needles. Sharp and long. If she scratches… Continue reading #160 Inktober 2: Wisp
A tired sailor is heading into an immensely dark night through the Atlantic Ocean. The rest of the crew is fast asleep as he stays up, steering wheel. The captain never checks up on the night crew which was a relief because John has been know for dosing off on the job. Tonight, he sips… Continue reading #159: Inktober 1 :Fish
Happy Birthday to Barry Katz. I was 23 years old and it was Spring of 2015. I had one semester of college left and I was working at a toy store as the store manager. I realized to late that throughout my college years, should have been interning instead of working full time but you… Continue reading #158 Barry freaking Katz
Wow, this blog felt really good to write. It has been a while…HI EVERYONE…I've thought about writing everyday but nothing has inspired me…and sometimes when I try to write…nothing comes out…I don't know if this piece even makes sense..but I have been having mixed feelings about my city and I just wanted to write about… Continue reading #157 To my city.
What happens to you when you are scared? For me, it depends on the type of scared. There are different version of scared in my head. Sometimes I loose the feeling to my arms and legs for a couple of second. Sometimes my body shakes slightly. Sometimes its hard to breathe. Sometimes I can't speak.… Continue reading #156 scared
A knock on the door and a hobbit hole. A grey bearded wizard appears by the name of Gandalf the Grey. With a walking stick and a mighty tan. Subtle music in the background making me sleepy. I look around and there is Sam the Wise in his brown cape hiding in a corner. Merry… Continue reading #155 A Hobbit’s Party.
28 June 5, 1992 is my birthday. My 28th birthday lands on a Friday this year. What a memorable year this has been so far. Although it has been a tough 6 months, it has still had its blessings. I feel extremely blessed and grateful to have friends and family that want to celebrate. They… Continue reading #154 happy 28 birthday to me.