Category Archives: Writing
On losing your keys (January 10th 2015)
I am not happy with humanity’s current state. I know I do not have the power to change it, but I do have the power to avoid it and to avoid those that only have a negative effect on my
On losing your keys (January 10th 2015)
I am not happy with humanity’s current state. I know I do not have the power to change it, but I do have the power to avoid it and to avoid those that only have a negative effect on my
On losing your keys (December 28th 2014)
These are the days in which we decide to change, the final hours of yet another year. A date is used as a marker that will remind us of our failures. It is also a beacon that shows us how
On losing your keys (December 28th 2014)
These are the days in which we decide to change, the final hours of yet another year. A date is used as a marker that will remind us of our failures. It is also a beacon that shows us how
On losing your keys (November 28th 2014)
I want to leave a legacy. I want people to be able to go places and ask for someone and tell them that Mugren sent them. I want whoever I send to be able to become friends with that person
On losing your keys (November 28th 2014)
I want to leave a legacy. I want people to be able to go places and ask for someone and tell them that Mugren sent them. I want whoever I send to be able to become friends with that person
On losing your keys (July 22nd 2014)
I got a text the other night. I’ve gotten texts just like it in the past. A sort of greeting after an intermediate period of absence. You see, I walked away when I knew there was nothing more that I
On losing your keys (July 22nd 2014)
I got a text the other night. I’ve gotten texts just like it in the past. A sort of greeting after an intermediate period of absence. You see, I walked away when I knew there was nothing more that I
On losing your keys (June 10th 2014)
The last time I talked to my best friend was sometime in December of last year. That was the last time we really talked. Not just hey how are you I’m fine you. There’s no reason that I know of
On losing your keys (June 10th 2014)
The last time I talked to my best friend was sometime in December of last year. That was the last time we really talked. Not just hey how are you I’m fine you. There’s no reason that I know of
On losing your keys (May 8th 2014)
I woke up on the wrong side of myself today. As I lay in bed waiting for the internet technicians to arrive, several thoughts occurred to me. Why is it that when we meet someone new and want to be
On losing your keys (May 8th 2014)
I woke up on the wrong side of myself today. As I lay in bed waiting for the internet technicians to arrive, several thoughts occurred to me. Why is it that when we meet someone new and want to be
On losing your keys (May 4th 2014)
I get annoyed when people studying business or science or law or politics etc. say we (creative writing students) have it easy, because we don’t have exams and we only have to “be creative and write stories and stuff”. I’d
On losing your keys (May 4th 2014)
I get annoyed when people studying business or science or law or politics etc. say we (creative writing students) have it easy, because we don’t have exams and we only have to “be creative and write stories and stuff”. I’d
Poetic injustice explained
I feel like more and more people are looking towards female writers, it’s almost a trend now. From that, they move on to people of color. After that, we get either the rich or the poor. The rich can buy
Poetic injustice explained
I feel like more and more people are looking towards female writers, it’s almost a trend now. From that, they move on to people of color. After that, we get either the rich or the poor. The rich can buy
Legacy
The elevator music isn’t very elevating. The doors open and it’s all grey. Static, like a videotape that needs to be rewound. The cubicles are all unlabeled, like tombstones laid in a grid. Yours is twenty-four away from the elevator
Reflect
You wake up in a hotel room, laying on the bed in your clothes. Through closed curtains, you can see that you’re still in the town you’ve grown up in. You open the door and find yourself in an empty
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