I am the facade of a faceless man. I do not exist. I am the projection of other people’s perspective of me. I exist to read people. I do things to get the best reading from them. I do things …...
Somewhere someone will be waiting for me. In an abandoned bar or a dying restaurant someone will be waiting for me. Someday somewhere I’ll enter a grocery store and find someone waiting for m…...
The muse is a clever mistress. It gives him just what he wants. Something to pen down. And he does as his mistress commands. He pens it down into a clear discernable something. Something something …...
Write the truth for a minute. Write about the world. Write about the beauty of the world and the blood with which the portrait is painted. Write about how wonderful and breathtaking the valleys are…...
Today I’d like to share with you an excerpt of the book ” Sangre: The Wrong Side of Tomorrow ” by Carlos Colón, as part of the blog tour organized by Blackthorn Book Tours. BLURB:…...
This is written from the Tale Weaver prompt given here – link. Remembring what the outside looks like beyond the sight of the windows was a feat that I was no longer capable of. The outside h…...