I'm what you would call an urban explorer; essentially, I break into abandoned places for fun. I'm a professional interloper. Honestly, I don't do it for the thrill anymore. I used to, for sure. The adrenaline rush coming from the fear of being caught hooked me, but I stuck with it for the solitude. There … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "The Strobe"
I want to get this blog back on track as far as offering help and advice following breakups, general self-help, and coping with abuse. Things have been busy, and I have done my best to experiment with some stuff that interest me. That being said, I think I want to keep this blog a bit … Continue reading Out of the Dark
I taught myself how to read tarot years and years ago. I could probably still do it, but people take card reading very seriously. Most people don't realize that it is all a play on psychology, a generous dollop of artifice to mask the fact that the reader is asking prying questions that the querent … Continue reading So You Want to Quit Your Fortune Telling Job?
I've made many things that I am very proud of. I've made some things from scratch and others from scraps. I've found eyes that had so much more to see and popped them in new faces. I've taken dusty fingers from a child's grave and made them into a warrior. I've polished long-dead teeth and … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "Heart"
This post is going to start with a religious anecdote, but I promise that it won't stay there long. Stay buckled up for me, if you can muster the gumption. I'm fascinated by gods, deities, and higher powers in mythology. I love legends of reality weaving beings far beyond mortal scope and understanding, and one … Continue reading Blood on the Altar
Empathy may just be the thing that defines us as an organized society and as a creative, innovated race. The ability to not just feel similarly to someone else but further yet, entertain the idea of someone else's personal existence as theoretically our own is simply an incredible leap of consciousness. It's something that I … Continue reading Empathizing with Illusion
After Momma got sick, Daddy didn’t act the same. He’d go off into their room and not come out for days. I was just thirteen at that time, but Daddy said I was big and needed to take care of things. I liked feelin’ responsible. Back then, it was just me, Sarah-Beth, and baby Junie, … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "Daddy's Girl"