I hope as you read this you to feel the weight of what I speak and know that there is a need for your words and stories. I need them. You need them. And someone you have never met needs them the most.
Touching Base
Inside Outside
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Love in the Garden of Pearls and Jewels
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
The Travelor
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
Follow Me Home
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”
Day One
“Damn … zombies.”
It Takes More
How many writers can honestly say that they actually work at their craft and put themselves to the test, so they aren’t continually writing the same story over and over again, but in different ways or settings? How many writers try to be better than they were before by practicing and learning their craft in all its weird facets?
New Job, Who This?
It goes like this. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a writer. So that’s what I’ve done since I was a kid. Been a writer. Getting up early a majority of days to hit my desk, chasing down leads, and dreaming up ideas to pitch. There have been times when … Continue reading New Job, Who This?
A Group of One’s Own
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
A Year in my Freelancing Life
Today, Facebook told me that it had been a year since I started fully leaning into the freelancer’s life.
Aigner Loren Wilson 