You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

Throughout life we all have that moment when somebody tries to judge us based on little to no information about us—they only judge based on face value. We would often get confused about fitting into a certain clique just because we have colorful hair colors or because we’re covered in piercings and tattoos. Hell, we may get lumped into a group just because we’re wearing a shirt with a band logo on it. Sometimes these early judgments are true, but they’re not most of the time. But that’s how life is and we just go about our business.

However, if you’re a writer and somebody tries to judge your work without knowing your history, your style, your flow, and especially without reading more than just the first page, it feels like the most offensive thing in the world. And I personally just had this moment a few days ago after talking to a guy who said I should write psychological instead of horror. Now if I remembered correctly, and I’m pretty sure I did, psychological is a sub-genre of horror. And, on top of that, he made this comment after reading the first page of an action story I wrote, so…

Dude, if you’re reading this, I just want to tell you this: Know your facts before talking shit.

However, this post isn’t to vent or put a person on blast. I just want to help inform people about what NOT to do if they want to approach a writer. Continue reading the article here

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Finale)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Part Five)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Part Four)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Part Three)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Part Two)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

100 Word Story – Nicknames (Part One)

It’s been a while since Victoria actually found a decent person to go on a date with. She never thought about using online dating as a way to find people—she always liked meeting people in person first instead of going off of a picture and a profile.

But after not having any luck with finding somebody who wanted more than just a fling, she decided to take to the online dating scene and give it a shot. After going through hundreds of left swipes she stumbled upon one profile that grabbed her attention.

Not because she wanted to potentially date this person, but more out of curiosity. Continue reading Nicknames

Really, the Third Floor?

You would think that if a person only lived a flight or two from the lobby that they’d take the stairs, right? Taking the stairs from such low floors is usually much faster than waiting for the elevator. And in the event that the elevator is already full, you now have to wait for another one. At that point, you might as well just walk down the stairs.

But no. There are lazy people who don’t want to take the stairs. They’re rather wait over a minute for an elevator than just take ten seconds to go down some stairs. And it’s even worse when it’s people who don’t even belong in the building.

Seriously, who’s too lazy to take the stairs? Continue reading Really, the Third Floor?

January Note – 1/31/2010

January Note – 1/31/2010

The orange sun started its morning rise over the city skyline, blanketing every glass building in its radiant glow. Down below, on the concrete and cement pavement, cars and people buzzed up and down the streets, beginning the usual morning rush hour—car honks, obnoxious phone calls, and quickly-forming crowds made the normal scene. Civilization was continuing on as usual. At least, that was the way it looked on the surface to the public.

Luka knew about the public cover up about the virus. From the news reports about the origins, the quick global spread, and the announcement of a successful cure, it was presented like the world avoided another epidemic. People were lining up to get vaccinated and treated. Others happily gave up their lives in the name of science.

Luka was the result of a cure that came too late.

Leaning on the railing on the roof of a building, Luka lifted her sleeve and looked at her arm. Going the length of her entire arm was a thick blue vein, starting from her knuckle. After staring at it long enough, she was able to notice the subtle pulsing from it.

“I always knew the C-Virus would backfire on me…”


What’s the best way to enter in the new year? Most people would think that creating a list of resolutions and goals for the year would be a nice starting point. I mean, who wouldn’t want to set goals for themselves? Never would I have imagined that we’d start 2020 by potentially having another world war and a new viral epidemic.

Damn, that was a dark way to start… Oh well. Contiune reading January’s Monthly Note

100 Word Story – Residence (Finale)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts.

Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Five)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Four)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Three)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence