Wash, A Short Story

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked me, voice filled with bass. I was sitting in a psychologist's office. It was so typical it hurt my sensibilities. Soft but firm light brown couch for me. Black, upright back chair for her. A few pictures of nature and ocean on the walls. Succulents thoughtfully laid … Continue reading Wash, A Short Story

Cyclepath

The light drained from the sky, mountains, trees, buildings, and the sea, opening the portal of night with orange hues gradually darkening to black. The lights of man twinkled on one by one across homes, buildings, and streets just as the stars dotted the black sky. I didn't see the weekday sunset as usual. Instead … Continue reading Cyclepath

The Day Nobody Died

A father and son quietly walked a mile deep into one of the few remaining forests reserved for hunting. They both wore bright neon colors to stay visible to other hunters and had guns affixed to their shoulders. The father was also carrying a backpack filled with supplies. "Can I have a snack, please?" the … Continue reading The Day Nobody Died

Baby Forest

Every day since finding out she was pregnant, Vee took long walks along one of the many paths trailing near her house in the forest. As she walked, she'd rub her tummy and tell a made up story about the forest to her growing baby. No matter the weather or how she was feeling, which … Continue reading Baby Forest

​Intro to Writebrained

The first time I really took notice of the words "open faced" was in relation to a sandwich back when I worked in a restaurant in 2016. Something about the words still makes my imagination and palette salivate at all the ingredients I'd want in a sandwich so in my face, not hidden like agendas … Continue reading ​Intro to Writebrained