Their embrace was short. He pulled away and kissed April on the forehead before breaking away for the last time. He mind began to sink back into a cold, process-oriented mode. Back to the basics. Back to figuring out his next move. His belt was back in the house, along with his plasma gun.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. In our world of extreme displays of success, it’s easy to forget that true success isn’t bore overnight. More importantly, it is not something we will feel everyday, in the thicket of the grit and the hustle to achieve it. […]
Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as you brood. Can you fell me? Hey, You! Get out of your Head and take Flight! The fire within… It’s yours to ignite. ~S.O.F.
This one took a much different approach than the other three. I didn’t manifest an outside attacker or a villain like the others. Instead of an external threat, this was an internal one. If you’ve ever suffered panic attacks, maybe you can relate. (This is part of a 4-part writing exercise. The rule is to […]
Originally posted on blog, Floating Forward on 9/26/17 –> Here I started a writing challenge of sorts to test my creative limits and to look for any patterns. Constraints often force us to get creative within their self-imposed limits to see things through as many ways as you can. I felt this one had enough room […]
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. -C.S. Lewis Unless you’re dead. But if you’re still breathing, then you bet your asterisk you can keep setting goals and turning dreams into reality. My dream is to be a published author. What’s yours?
The stillness of her soul follows me, brings with it a newfound religion.
I’m from the father who poured his soul in the plaster
and pulverized his bones into the concrete of the steps and dripped his sweat and tears into every soup, every mixed drink, every daily special on his menu. Until he had become one with it. And would be forever lost without it.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
Being Latino, you can’t talk about ‘it’ unless you first cushion your sentence with a couple of “God Bless Us” and “Que Dios nos Ampare,” followed by twisting the sentence into a life lesson of sorts.