(Expanded, Dual Voice Monologue) (Older self — slow, calm)I remember you. (Younger self — dry laugh)That makes one of us. (Older)Sitting in the dark, back against the wall.Numb.You said it was peace, but it wasn’t.It was the absence of anything else. (Younger)It was quiet.That was enough. (Older)No, it wasn’t.You were…
I remember you. Curled on the floor, drunk or dissociating—did it even matter?You stared at the ceiling like it held answers. It didn’t. It never did. You made deals with the dark. Begged it to take you. Lied to everyone… especially yourselfthat you were fine. You weren’t fine.You called silence…
Rules are written in ink,but one hand holds the eraser.A contract is read,then rewritten in silence. A game with no scoreboard,no referee,no end.Only turns. Words land clear,then return distorted.Meanings untangle,only to be rewoven. Moves shift without warning,victory declared before the match begins.Reason reaches forward,but the definition changes mid-sentence. Silence is…
The sky bleeds gold at dusk,paints fire on the water,but no one stays to see it fade. I have watched a thousand sunsets,felt the warmth spill through my hands,only to vanish like breath on glass.I have held names like sand,listened to laughter turn to echoes,left alone in rooms that once…
Every character I write comes from somewhere. Some are built entirely from imagination, others draw from the people I’ve known, the things I’ve experienced, and the stories that feel real even in a fictional setting. Dolan Keane, the protagonist of Broken Shadows, is one of the most personal characters I’ve…
Noveling isn’t linear, and I see mine as being in no way similar to anybody else’s. I’m not saying it’s better or worse. It just coincidentally works for me. It’s messy and maddening and unpredictable and sometimes ridiculous. But it’s the only way that I’ve been able to find of…
