Each passing moment builds a prison around us. It is inevitable, torturous, and endless. Inspired by anxiety and water clocks.

When you wake in a strange white room, empty save for a hospital bed and your own confused self, it's natural to panic. But this isn't my nature. I am lulled, observing a foreign reality with the eyes of a prisoner. I wake in this merciless, finite space for an immeasurable quantity of times over the course of an eternity. I forget that I am existing, breathing, moving...

Pies, jams, and bowls of blackberries sound oh-so-delightful, but what does it cost to find these delectable little fruits? (Totally true story.)

Kale is a wolf in a seemingly normal pack. What isn't normal, however, is his suspenseful past, a history that may inadvertently endanger his packmates. But Kale isn't the only one keeping secrets. In fact, the entire forest has an agenda; Kale's pack will soon face the resurfacing of his past, a threatening rogue pack, and other surprises. (#1 in the Reign of the Wolves series.)

I sent her a letter regarding her husband's death. She replied with the utmost gratitude. Normal, right? Well, it's utterly terrifying that I got a reply...

The voice is only a ghost of a tragedy's past. It's the noise that you woke up to, only the room was empty, and the whispers were the wind.

Humans are merely a myth to warrahs, a once extinct species now repopulated by the WFIWNR. But when a typical warrah dog named Ipsum finds out that his son may be involved with these mysterious, elusive creatures, he steps foot into an adventure he never knew was possible, one that will unfold his true life before him and prove that the warrahs aren't as free as they think.

I slowly feel it twisting around my body, relentlessly tightening until my ribs are bending inwardly with a sickening ache of unbearable pain. I am being crushed, as surreal, yet frighteningly corporeal as it feels.

Sometimes the passing snake can be a threatening thing, but when you wallow in your own self-pity to escape its grasp, you may find that the snake itself is a blessing you could have cherished.

Though the time might not last long, sometimes all you can do is sit and admire the brilliant morning's song.

Haiku version of my original poem "The Lion, the Vulture, and the Flower." My first ever haiku; reviews please!

Engulfed in two choices, the innocent Flower must choose between the Vulture of deceit and the Lion of truth.

Will you ever escape the horror that is the House of Nightmares?

Raelene is an animal-lover in a unique town. Rae is destined to become part of a society on a planet called Novus, one focused on keeping order between species on Earth. Is the new boy Parker and his stone the key to her adventure? - Probably a series!

A story about an old dog whose life is slowly coming to an end. Based on a real dog.

You will always be restricted by your ignorance. We aren't ignorant, yet bound by your ignorance as well.

There's a roaming tabby out there. She's never had a family; never had a home. Maybe she will always roam...

A cheetah, so agile and swift, is a valuable hunter and an admirable creature. The only question is: are these hunters really as hard-hearted as they appear?

A short poem about the transition from winter to spring and the effect it has on trees from their perspective.

The story of an old, abused shelter dog whose life changes when a young child decides to show the worn animal his kind, welcoming heart.

The story of an unusual traveler and his adventurous tales from around the world. Albeit this traveler lives a unique, immortal life, one thing is missing.