For eons, we’ve been like this.

Striving for ways to go faster. To do things better. What used to take us centuries now only take a few minutes. With the help of our machines, we can speed things up. Skip through time. We can cheat the system. Grow crops in days. Cook food in seconds.

Reach the stars.

That’s what we were always clambering for. To be able to walk other planets. Rove through asteroid belts. Brush against the stars. Going fast—moving at the speed of light—that was the only way to achieve that.

And we did.

Centuries ago, we did.

And it wasn’t enough.

It’ll never be enough.

Faster, faster.


We always have to go faster.

Sometimes, I think it’d just be nice to…

Turn the power off.

Slow down a little.

Drift. Continue reading “Drift”

The Sunshine Blogger Award

Wow, in all honesty, I’m not sure what all this award is, but it’s really cool to be recognized as anything. Especially since I haven’t been doing this that long and especially since the one who nominated me (the britchy one) (which, I absolutely LOVE the blog’s name, btw) hasn’t been reading my stuff for all that long. It’s definitely an honor.

So, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Doing a short story every day is a good writing habit. It gives me lots of practice, and it helps me condense or expand my world-building and character-building skills, and helps me understand how to do both with intent. But, as much as I do it for practice, and for myself, I really do love when people read my work and like it. There’s just a nice little special feeling that takes place in my chest cavity, and it’s just something you can’t get enough of. So being nominated (even though I’m not a hundred percent sure what the award is, the name infers it’s something very good, and I trust in that) for anything at all is really something special. It brings about that aforementioned feeling, but in waves. In droves. In floods.

I actually can’t say “thank you” enough times britchy one.

(And I’m not just thanking you because the instructions tell me to. I never do things I don’t feel like doing, even if it means breaking rules/going against directions.)

(Honestly, it’s a bit of a problem sometimes.)

(But, anyhow…)

So here are the instructions:

• Thank the blogger who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog

• Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you

• Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions

• List the rules and display the sunshine blogger award logo on your post/or on your blog.

Here are the questions I had to answer. My nominees and the questions I asked are below that:

What’s the best advice anyone ever gave you? Easy. Line comes from an A Day To Remember song: “Keep your hopes up high and your head down low”. Essentially, I take it to mean you ought to hope for the best, but prepare for the worst, just in case. And always work at it, don’t just expect it to happen. Luck (and the universe, and whoever else) tends to favor people who are mindful of those things. It’s always served me well.

If you could describe yourself in three words what would they be? Crazy. Steady. Intuitive.

What is your favorite animal? This cracks me up, but only because I was talking not too long ago about how not ALL my stories are about my favorite animal. There “just so happens” to be a lot of stories about my favorite animal on my site. And I wasn’t using the phrase “favorite animal” because I didn’t want to outright admit that I give them special attention/consideration/thought, and tons of stories about how great they really are.


It’s wolves.

*sighs in defeat*

Do you believe in the paranormal or have you had an experience you can’t explain? Oh-ho buddy. This is a whole can of worms for me. My life has not been a linear thing, and it definitely hasn’t always taken place in the realm of “normal”. A big portion of what makes me tick is my survival instincts and my distrust of humanity (both things I’ve been working on for ages. I’m getting better, I swear, but slowly.) which stemmed from a bad run-in with the occult (but, really, are there any good kinds of run-ins with the occult?) and some other crazy stuff people don’t generally believe. And I mean that they don’t believe in The Thing I’m talking about, or they simply don’t believe me, which is why I generally keep my experiences to myself.

So, yeah.

Long story short: I’d be bonkers if I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Literally insane. I’d have someone lock me up for having seen the things I’ve seen, I swear I would.

What would be your last meal on earth? This is a reeeeeaaaallly tough one for me since I absolutely adore food. When I was in Haiti, they cooked me up some really killer chicken that I sometimes crave. There’s also this great burger joint in Nashville called The Pharmacy, and I sometimes get a real hankering for one of their beautiful creations. Though, in all honesty, I’d probably want some form of steak for my last meal. Steak is so great. And potatoes. I have to blame my Irish blood for my love of potatoes. I don’t think I could live without them.

If you were offered a trip to space by Richard Branson would you go? Why? I would have to heartily say NO to that one. Space seems pretty cool when I look at it from afar, but I think being out there would scare the pants off me.

Maybe I’ve seen too many sci-fi movies.

What’s your favorite comfort food? I don’t think I have a comfort food. If I do, it’d be anything potato-related. I do, however, have an insane amount of love for Dr Pepper. Like, seriously. I LOVE Dr Pepper. If the world were literally falling apart and I needed something to help calm my nerves, I’d pick up a bottle of Dr Pepper and it’d all be okay.

I need a good book to take on a seven hour plane journey–what do you recommend? Literally anything by Maggie Steifvater. I once picked her up on accident when my grandfather was going into the hospital for the last time. The cover of Shiver really appealed to me as I stood in our local trashy Walmart, and we didn’t have much time to be picky about what I was going to get, so I haphazardly picked up both Shiver and Linger with a devil-may-care sort of attitude and then ended up ABSOLUTELY LOVING everything about the books. And then I expanded into more of Maggie’s work and found I absolutely LOVED everything about how she writes, from story to characters to style.  So anything by her is a win. It’ll definitely leave you drooling for her next novel, even if it isn’t within the same series/world.

What’s your favorite soft drink? Whoops. Let the cat out of the bag a bit too early on that one.

Dr Pepper.

The Patriots suck. I know this isn’t a question but it doesn’t need to be–I KNOW it’s true!! Agreed. I posted a story a bit ago about working so hard for something, like athletes do, and then being let-down by that thing you worked hard for, and I feel the same way about cheating in sports. The other team is trying to win off their talent and hard work, and you’re going to disrespect that and dishonor them by cheating your way to the top? Hell no. Not about it.

And I don’t even care for sports that much.

If you were a witch, what spell would you cast and on who? What do you mean IF             ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jk lol.

Probably I’d cast a spell to turn someone into a dragon. Maybe one of my bros? They’d probably be cool with that. It’d be a win-win: I get a dragon, one of my bros get to be a dragon, and no one presses charges on me for turning them into a different species. Plus, I get free rides everywhere, and I don’t have to pay for checked luggage.



I, unfortunately, do not do too much reading on this site (IM SO SORRY, IT’S TERRIBLE, I KNOW) but in my defense, I volunteer, run three different jobs (two part time, one full time), and have a plethora of animals to help care for, ranging from goats to dogs to the occasional wild beast (ex: squirrels, sparrows, etc.) though it is still DEFINITELY something I need to apologize for.

I’m sorry.

That said, I do read some blogs, and here are the ones I enjoy the most:





And I know that’s not 11, but as I said, I unfortunately don’t do too much reading on this site.

I need to get better at that.

Anyhow, I’m still dishing out 11 questions because answering questions is fun! (At least, for me they are.)

#1: What is the last dream you remember having?

#2: What’s your favorite sport?

#3: Why did you start blogging?

#4: Who is your favorite band/artist?

#5: What is the last song you listened to?

#6: Do you have pets? What are their names?

#7: Who is your favorite villain? Why?

#8: Are you a theme parks person or a beach person?

#9: Do you like spooky things?

#10: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever heard someone say?

#11: If you were given the chance, would you want to meet your idol? Why/why not?

And thanks again to britchy one 🙂

Papa Bear

Honestly, at first, I was terrified of the bear.

Completely and wholly terrified.

It was huge.


And I was so tiny in comparison.

I mean, that thing could sit on me and I’d die. If it accidentally tripped and fell on me, that was it. Call the funeral home, I was a goner. You know? Or, if it got too excited and swung at me, it could knock my arm off. Or my head. Something as powerful as that wasn’t just scary.

It was terrifying.

But… somewhere along the lines, I stopped.

Stopped being afraid. Stopped being intimidated. Stop seeing the bear as a monster, and started seeing him as a bear.

Just a bear. Continue reading “Papa Bear”

Pound Dog

Probably one of the hardest things about working at the pound is watching dogs get adopted.

You’re glad, you know, because they’re going to a home. They’re finding a family. Getting a group of people who can pay more attention to them than you can in the short amount of time you can spare for their individual care. But still, it’s hard. Because, even though I have a lot of other things I do, and I can’t spend forever with the dogs, I do get to spend some time with them. Enough to grow to like each one individually.

Which is why it’s hard.

Not because I’m suddenly detaching myself–probably for forever–but because I don’t know.

I don’t know what kind of home they’re going to, you know?

There’s almost no way to know for sure if that dog is going to a loving home, or if I’m handing them over to their doom. Those lovable, innocent, kind little dogs.

Do they find good homes?

Do they get the love I’d give them?

I don’t know.


I don’t know.

I can’t take them all home though, so I can’t make sure that they’re getting the love they deserve. Even if I did take them all with me, it wouldn’t be right. They still wouldn’t all get the love they need. I’m only one person. I’ve only got so much time for so many dogs. So, in the end, most of the time, adopting them out is the right thing for me to do.


It’s hard.

And it’s ingrained into my job. Those worries never go away because I always care about the dogs. And adopting them out is part of why they’re here. Those worries never go away.

But you know what’s even worse than that? Even worse than the not knowing? Than the worrying? Than adopting out a dog you’ve come to really appreciate? Continue reading “Pound Dog”

Life of a Dog

What kind of creature loves unconditionally, I wonder?

Who is so loyal that they come back, time and time again, even after they’ve been beaten?

How can a creature have such a capacity to love?

Am I always this lazy when it comes to love? Is there an exception? How can I find that sort of strength? That sort of courage? That sort of loyalty?

Looking down at the creature in my arms, I want so desperately to know.

How can I love wholeheartedly like him? Continue reading “Life of a Dog”