• Short Stories

    The Final Moments of Jeremy Higgins

    Time does not move in this place. We spend our moments anxiously contemplating if today is today. Is tomorrow yesterday? There is no time here. Just the sound of ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. Never a tock. The sound of the relenting metronome ticks on. We are never free.  I hear the voices of guards. I think. It sounds like the chatter of bitter men, but then again, it doesn’t. For I am a bitter man, and I hear no sound escape my lungs.  This cell is dark, cramped. Won’t be much longer.  I die today.  It’s hard to comprehend. Knowing I will be dead in a matter of a few ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. Why bother to count them when time is but an illusion in this institution? When the Red Guards come to my dreary cell in Block D, rip…

  • Behind The Page

    Get out of my head! Taking the voices and putting them on the page

    There are times when I feel like I am going insane. I usually have a running narration in my head that expresses all of my innermost thoughts. When I am working on my creative projects, suddenly my designated narrator in my noggin isn’t the only voice I hear.  I feel like other authors out there will understand me when I say that my characters talk to me. At times, it can be nonstop! Especially when I am in the brainstorming process and generating ideas for whatever new project I’ve got up my sleeve.  The characters ultimately determine which project I…