Quin sat in silence, absorbing what he had just read. His mother had warned Timothy’s brother not to enter the final phase of The Prism, but why? Who was he to Quin’s mother? “Any idea what this may mean?” Timothy asked delicately. Quin broke out of his daze and looked over at Timothy. “I don’t … Continue reading The Prism: Chapter 15
What does Thanksgiving mean to you? Is it just a day to get a lot of free food? An excuse to fly home and see your family? Or is it a day to come together and celebrate everything that you are thankful for? Is it all of the above? For me, Thanksgiving is a great … Continue reading What does Thanksgiving mean to you?
Quin woke up on a hard surface. He couldn’t move his body. All he could manage to do was look around him. There were multiple doctors standing over him in full scrubs. Two of them wore headpieces with microscopic goggles on. The light that bounced off the goggles made them look bright white. One of … Continue reading The Prism: Chapter 14
So I wanted to give a quick update on where this blog is going. At the current moment I have a ton of projects going on. These projects are very time consuming and it's a lot of work to keep up with them. This means that I need to start prioritizing my time and which … Continue reading A New Direction
I know it’s late, as you saw in my Friday post, but I promised you content and here it is. Unfortunately, I did not have the time to put into another chapter of The Prism, but I’d sooner you feel a little disappointed in the delay than feel disappointed in a rushed chapter. I take … Continue reading A Modern Greek Mythology: The Minotaur
This past weekend, I took a mini vacation to the city of Denver, Colorado with one of my best friends, Matt, who I’ve mentioned in previous blogs. This wasn’t just some random vacation; it was a writing retreat. Months ago, we started storyboarding a book series, but, due to schedules and work, it sat on … Continue reading My Trip to Denver
“Is everyone okay?” Quin regretted the question the moment he asked it. Of course they’re not okay, he thought. They just saw two people die. Not simulated deaths, real ones. Nobody answered him. They just all stood around in a loose group, breathing heavily and trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Timothy was … Continue reading The Prism: Chapter 12