writing – whisky sweet

Choose Your Own Ending

When I was a little girl, I read a lot of books. A lot. All kinds of books. Fiction, encyclopedia’s (open to random page and

It was the first day of middle school for me in yet another new school. Another first day that found me, as was now routine,

A glimpse inside the search engine history of a writer or in other words: If my computer is ever searched and I am a murder

i want you to read with your eyes closed. i want your senses to play musical chairs and have sight be the one left standing,

It resonates Strikes a chord or rings a bell Whatever the saying that catches what IT does. Yes I say to myself. Yes. That’s it.

sketches and paintings are never my medium pretty lines and designs have never been released from my hands so I write instead from my