I have always heard writing for television is easier in its own way than writing books. I always thought this was an interesting concept because with characters in books they just kind of appear and my personal take has always been that I am just along for the ride for my characters’ stories. My characters ...

This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

Commencement Day is finally here. As Monet entered the building, excitement built as she saw her friends huddled in a corner, chatting vibrantly about their day ahead.  She slipped into her gown and fidgeted with her cap, waiting to jump into a few quick shots with her cohort. I have a Masters degree, she thought ...

The boy passed the joint to his grandfather. A bulbous white cloud enveloped them, Locking souls together by generations: Generations walking backwards, Generations drowning under design and democracy, Generations pacing below sea level, Slave ships cresting high above their abandoned spirits. The Elder’s gray eyes dared look to the boy, A solitary moment imprisoned between ...