Pirates. There’s something about these swindling sea dogs that’s infinitely fascinating. Though they weren’t law-abiding citizens by any stretch of the imagination, there’s still something admirable about their carefree (or should I say reckless) and self-governing lifestyles that sometimes makes me wish I’d sailed the 17th century seas with them. But I’ll try to digress. Continue reading “#8Sunday 05/7/17 WeWriWa Entry: “Port””
“I have no friends or enemies; only teachers.” – Ancient Proverb
We know everything. Continue reading “Quote Quandary – You’re Wrong And I’m Right. Right?”
Yeah, I know, it’s been like two weeks since my last snippet. If I could sum up senior year of high school in one sentence, it would be “I wish I had the time”. But I digress. If you happened to miss my last snippet, here it is: “Inhabitance”. And if you think these weekly snippets seem pretty interesting and you’d like to participate, all you have to do is hop over to Weekend Writing Warriors for all the information you need on their writing events! This week, we find that Johanan has exited the clearing and has raced back to the road in hope of any clue as to where the men have disappeared to. Unfortunately for Johanan, things aren’t starting to look up (if you’ve come for a heart-warming, super uplifting story, you might be lost). Continue reading “#8Sunday 04/23/17 WeWriWa Entry: “Dread””
Another Sunday, another snippet! Picking up where last week’s entry, “Dusk”, left off, we’ll find Johanan waking up to a scene quite different from the lively campsite from the night prior. Continue reading “#8Sunday 04/09/17 WeWriWa Entry: “Inhabitance””
These entries have been pretty action-packed so far, so for this week’s entry I figured we’d take a step back and relax for a moment Continue reading “#8Sunday 04/02/17 WeWriWa Entry: “Dusk””
Ideas solve problems, become inventions, cure diseases, build cities, make discoveries, write books, sing songs. They are the foundation of our lives and make the world go ’round. Yet if always kept enclosed in the confines of our minds, if never shared, never acted upon, they will surely come with us to the graveyard as just that: an idea.
We spend so much of our time worrying and obsessing over being heard and leaving a mark on the world. Why not instead focus on living on our own terms, creating the life we envisioned, and not caring whether or not we’re talked about for years after we’re gone?
Coincidentally, that’s exactly how those before us left their marks.