Wayward Thoughts: Overwhelmed

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. – Sigmund Freud There is so much going through my mind right now that I feel the seams of mind starting to rip, the fabric of mental start being stretched to the brink in what appears to be…

300 Writing Prompts #15: How Does A Memory Sound?

I have never been one to take photos. I wasn’t much of a photographer and I didn’t see the purpose in them. Besides, if you have any part of Native American in you, then folklore suggests that photographs steal people’s souls and I didn’t want to be on either end of that conundrum. Stealing the…

300 Writing Prompts #14: The Fear of Silence

That was the night I finally understood why people fear silence… That night was a purple tranquility that was bound in holy matrimony with the poetry of stars that sprinkle the sky. The kind of night where the stars above only wanted to be embraced so that could shine all the brighter from the love…