Writing History

  • The cycle was never-ending. For him, at least. You see, he would always go about his life. He would focus on bettering it. The piece that was always consistent is that she was the part that he craved when he wanted better. She did everything he never thought he’d love. How does that even work?… Read more

  • Maybe God ruined the plan because He did not want to ruin him. That’s a pretty grown-up thing for him to consider. Sometimes, plans have fallen apart, and in some of those cases, he can feel the desperation kicking in. It’s normal, but isn’t it normal for everyone? Why should he be the exception, right?… Read more

  • Maybe sometimes the date is just a date. I used to believe that there was not much more to coincidences than just that, coincidences. Why do we as human beings look into patterns and numbers so much? After all, we created them. They weren’t given to us by something higher power, nor were they made… Read more

  • That’s all he could think about. In his world, there were one thousand things he had going on, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it if he wanted to. Believe me; he wanted to. He thought it’d be much easier for him and just for everything around him. Why not, you know? Sure, he was… Read more

  • She never knew what it meant to take control of her life. It was always, “how are you going to make it work?” It was never a question of if she wanted to make it work. There was never an option in her head. She told herself this is where she wanted to be the… Read more

  • It’s been the longest 30 years, yet I’m standing here wondering where the heck the time has gone. I just google searched how many days are in 30 years and then followed it up by asking how many hours. If you haven’t done this, I would not recommend it. It’s not pretty. The fact that… Read more