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Browsing Category Creative Writing
Welcome to the Creative Writing archive, a space where imagination drives the work. I explore the craft of storytelling, the spark behind new ideas, and the discipline that turns scattered thoughts into something tangible. Every post aims to help you shape your voice and strengthen your style.
I look at technique, process, and the strange joy that comes with creating something from nothing. Whether you write fiction, poetry, essays, or experiments that refuse labels, you’ll find tools and insights here to push your work forward.
Settlement |
As Required by Statute
In a near-future United States, the wealth disparity has peaked. The super-rich now face an annual lottery that redistributes their hoards to society. This brief excerpt from the forthcoming novella Settlement offers a haunting perspective from one chosen man as he steps onto the gold circle, exploring morality, power, and the human cost of systemic balance.
A Polar Sphere of Influence |
A Snowball's Chance
There’s a poem waiting in the hush of winter air. Snowflakes commiserate, small hands shape them into frozen orbs, forts rise, and tiny acts of rebellion arc through cold skies. Mischievous and soft as snowfall—this is a lyrical song of winter, of snowballs, of laughter pressed into crystalline, fleeting mischief.
The Violence of Ornamental Physics |
A Frozen Accomplice
An object formed by cold and gravity hangs in quiet clarity, unaware of the role it will soon play. When human heat and human conflict spill outside, something ornamental becomes something irreversible, and the only true witness is the one thing that cannot last long enough to be questioned.
The Myth of Good Writing |
A Diary of Sentences That Exist Anyway
I wrestle daily with whether my writing is good or shit. Most of the time, I write into a quiet vacuum, unsure if it matters at all. Yet the act itself—struggling, digging, pinning down fleeting thoughts—feels alive. It’s writing for me, for discovery, for sentences that exist anyway.
The Great Blueberry Ballgame |
On Baseball, Blueberries, and Making Do
I don’t remember when I first heard this story—only that by the time I was old enough to question it, it already felt true. A small town, a baseball game, and a solution so wrong it worked.
Designed Obsolescence |
On Being Briefly Unique in an Ambivalent World
I came into being suddenly, sharp and overbuilt for a life so short. Tossed by wind and erased by warmth, I fell toward a little girl’s nose. In that instant, I existed fully—and then I was gone. No legacy, no monument, just the undeniable reality of being briefly real.
I Am Broken |
Rewriting a Life Shaped by Invalidation
A raw exploration of what it means to feel broken, to realize the damage was never inherent. In this piece I dig through childhood pressure, inherited wounds, and the unreliable narratives we carry. It’s a reclamation of identity, a study of echoes, and a quiet rewriting of the self.
Phantom Limb: A Nocturne |
A Psychological Horror Short Story
I woke to the impossible—my shadow moving without me. The house held its breath as the dark pressed close. Every step deepened the divide between body and self. A psychological horror short story about identity, fear, and the haunting space where the self begins to split.