Creative Writing

Shooting Star

A comet is flying, shooting past in the sky headed towards a planet. Rocks floating by keep hitting the comet, but it continues to speed towards its impending destruction. The farmer, with his parched lips and muddy shoes, heads inside his home after a long day of tending to the fields. He walks along the… Continue reading Shooting Star

Creative Writing, Personal

Sporadically Calculated: three

Holly’s eyes opened at ten. Too late to go the 10:00am yoga class, she lingered for an hour and half on various interruptions of social media, and at half past eleven, she decided to take a slow-paced, leisurely stroll downtown to a familiar studio: wooden floors, and large glass windows. Her muscles woke up slowly… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: three