A storm just passed. The quiet settles in. A moment to catch my breath. A rest stop on the side of the street. A place for travelers to gather. Underneath a fluorescent lamp which attracts the moths. Take a seat and have a rest with me. We can share this quiet moment. No turmoil to divide or... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: “A young man and his girlfriend walk the since abandoned streets of a western city in the wake of an infected outbreak in hopes of surviving and making it further south.” ... “Close the door! Close the door!” Quinn yelled as she stepped through the doorway. I looked out and saw a small... Continue Reading →
In the quiet moments I feel. Disconnected. Thinking too much about myself. And I get bored. Restless. Worried. I want to speak to someone else. Take the attention off me, please, and give it to the world. Make small talk. Give big talks. Make the world notice you. Not me though. I'm quiet. I'm thinking.... Continue Reading →
Allen The Writer 