Tag: prose

  • and on other words; (an art recs post)

    A string of five prose and poetry recommendations, off the top of my head. In no particular order. “My head is bloody, but unbowed.”  Invictus by W. E. Henley I first heard of this piece as a quote from another book, and the words sustained me for a very long time. I used to recite the poem…

  • Five Reasons Why I Won’t “Fall in Love”. Again.

    Writing and performing a personal narrative for Speech 11 was a cathartic and frankly exhausting experience. But watching everyone else was very fun and insightful! Definitely adds new perspectives to life. I posted everything here because I want to. It isn’t that coherent (I’d probably need 15 minutes of speech time to set everything straight),…

  • “Google Keep”, a collection of idle thoughts

    Because sometimes I just can’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk to whip out a notebook and write.

  • a collection | you read words and you forget to breathe

    you read words and you forget how to breathe

  • We are always the protagonists of our own stories. But just once I had hoped you would play the support in a chapter I had written, laughing and rejoicing in the triumph I overtook. It was a high, it was momentous, it was glory overwhelmed. And it also paled against anything you had to say. I’m sorry.…

  • Recs: What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences. : AskReddit

    What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences. : AskReddit. I love these kind of things. :) Normally I don’t go through reddit, as it’s a dangerous place, but for the brilliance of some pieces I’d make an exception. Hmm and I’ve realized that horror stories make the best…

  • Things that really matter and stuff:

    Note: I was supposed to post this ages ago, but I received a wordpress-related scare. I couldn’t type on the post editor section! Actually, I still can’t. I’m using Chrome right now, because for some reason my Safari can’t handle making wordpress posts. Not proofread.

  • In Progress

    In Progress

    I haven’t posted anything in a while, mostly because I don’t have anything complete to present to the world. My “In Progress” desktop folder is full of things I can’t seem to finish once I’ve started. I will finish them, though. I promise. 

  • Prose/Poetry: Memory

    I was in Chuy and Kiko Eatery when this happened. From Pablo C. Bueno’s wake. Dated 11 March 2012 from my pocket journal, unedited.  One The Eternal Adoration A million steps and a thousand falls are etched onto the skin of these floors and walls. Each gentler and rough step, or hesitant footfall (your first step,…