One rainy April morning, Alex woke up and decided to write a story about a boy named Alex who writes a story. The moment his pencil thrashed upon the paper, his imagination began to roar, and an unforgetable masterpiece was born.

The story you just read was the story Alex wrote that rainy April morning.

55 word deal.

One April morning, Alex woke up and decided to write a book about a boy named Alex who writes a book. The moment his pencil thrashed upon the paper, his imagination began to roar, and a masterpiece was in progress. He wrote until he couldn’t write anymore, and he never ended up finishing his book.

The Summit

The Summit

passed the tree line,
within the clouds,
15,000 feet up…

the air becomes thin & hard to breath,
and i feel as if a boulder is laying upon my torso.
unfamiliar forces take control of me,
and millions of needles strike my face
as numbness begins to strangle my wrists and neck.

an invisible freight train clogs the air with noise,
and communication morphs into an impossible task.
i view my surroundings as orange & warm,
yet my other four senses argue.

there are just six words i’ve got to say:
there’s no way this is earth.