Buried Voice

This wasn't the first time that he had been left speechless, his voice buried under a mass of anxiety. As he fidgeted with his fingers at the podium, he tried to bury the unwanted voices; murmurs of concern from the faculty, confusion from his more compassionate classmates and jeers from his peers. He swallowed heavily …

Put it on Paper

Everyone's creative and or academic process is different. As such, there's no method that's going to fit everyone in the same way. As such, the advice that I'm about to give may not be beneficial for everyone. But there is one thing that has helped me when it comes to trying to make progress on …

Polishing Your Work

I will be the first to admit that the pursuit to perfection is detrimental and arbitrary at best. That being said, there is a need for polish in one's work. I am a fan of looking over the raw unedited pieces from other writers, hence is the reason I follow a lot of writer's and …

Pick up the Trumpet

She walked past the living room and looked with a frown. The brassy trumpet she bought was laying on the ground. Her son had asked to let him join the middle school's band, yet he sat on the couch; feet kicked up and controller in hand. His hoodie obscured round eyes and kinky hair, she …

Kintsugi

The black¬†bowl rested in stark contrast between his pale lithe hands. He let his fingers rub against the glossy sheen, tracing the smooth groves the he had created. He cradled the bowl in his arms as he made his way to his kitchen, where his tools were already set in place on the table. He …