For a while I thought that summer nights were my favorite. Everything had its own feel to it, not something you could put so plainly into words like happy and sad. No, these things had to be felt in your core, in the air against your skin, the sound of the wind, the taste of the air, the tint to the light. Summer nights were so beautiful, but the ( Read more... )

Okay, so this is the beginning of a short story based off a dream I had. Read it, and please comment on it saying what you think, whether you loved it, hated it, or thought it was eh (though I will note that right now I'm not for critiques, if I want one, I'll ask). Either way, I'm not going to post the rest of it until a certain number of people ( Read more... )

That I won't be on for this next week or so. We're going to Jamaica! And I really don't have anything else to say, so I'm just going to post something I wrote. Enjoy!

Blind Colors

“What's it look like?”

I knew he was studying something by the way he had gone quiet. He was an art major. It was burned into his head.

“Oh, uh,” he searched for ( Read more... )