I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the sparkle of your eyes. I miss your hair and the way it cascades down your shoulders, crawling with lice. I miss you.
This piece was recently published in the second issue of Habitat Magazine! Be sure to check it out!
I’ve started writing for The Odyssey, and as such, new articles will be coming out once a week on whatever subject I happen to be drawn to (probably mostly Chicago, goats, and others). Be sure to check them out!
My first has just been published, so if you’ve ever wondered about the secrets to Chicago’s architecture, look no further. My article, 12 Unbelievable Facts I Learned About Chicago After Going On A River Architecture Tour, is just for you.
Maybe I’ll get around to reorganizing this website so all of these articles are easily accessible, but for now, be amazed at these unbelievable facts–and make sure to share, too!
Today, “This Big, A Lot” was published in Habitat Magazine! You can find the link in my Portfolio section. Enjoy–hope you like Furbies!
Today a short story of mine, “Growing in the Basement”, was published in The Lab Review! This was my first official short story publication, and I’m really excited about it. The intro is currently up in the Portfolio section of this site, so feel free to mosey on over and check it out. You won’t regret it (hopefully)!
New content has been at a virtual standstill on here recently, but I’m hoping after graduation I can start putting more book reviews/original work/other stuff/ et cetera up. Stay tuned!
There was something strange about the Tenant in the basement. Ms. Burrows had thought so ever since he’d answered her Craigslist ad and signed the lease.
When Ms. Burrows first met him to show off the basement, she couldn’t quite place his scent. It was like a sick mix of fresh soil, sulfur, and skunk was burnt into his too-big wool sweaters and ratty brown hair, pulled tight into a bun. She’d lived in her quaint little house in her quaint little neighborhood for a not-so-quaint fifty-something years, and bringing this young rag-tag ruffian into her home (or at least a part of it) made her a bit uneasy. But, with no other offers and her costs of living going up and up after her husband’s passing, the space was his.
“Thanks, dude,” the Tenant had said to her. They’d shaken hands, his clear-cut fingernails somehow managing to hide dirt beneath them, and the Tenant rushed around the house to the exterior basement door, hidden from street view by a few hedges. Ms. Burrows had looked down at her hand and headed toward her own front door, resolving to wash the hand thoroughly.
Now, however, after three months of the Tenant living beneath her humble home, her suspicions had reached a peak. There was always some type of sound coming through her floorboards (banging, whirring, and sometimes even opera), a faint purple glow that never faded escaped along the edges of the Tenant’s stark white door, he could never quite remember exactly how much the rent was each month, and the putrid smell persisted whenever she ran into the man.
Read the rest of this piece (and other great work) published in The Lab Review!
December 22, 2016 – 9:26 PM, Eastern Standard Time
I met someone today. It was the first day of the annual three-night Hallmark Holiday Movie series at the local theater, so I decided to close down my gluten-free, non-GMO, organic bakery a few hours early and go. It’s my favorite Christmastime tradition in North Pine Lake Townville.
I sat near the back, a warm cup of peppermint cocoa in my hand and a forced smile on my face. I put my coat on the seat next to me since I was alone this year. In years past, Tommy would be my other half, but since he left me for the doctor who nursed him back to health after his tragic Zamboni accident at the local hockey rink, I was all by myself. I wasn’t expecting anyone to sit next to me.
But then someone did. Continue reading
It’s been a few weeks since my last review (and, coincidentally, a few weeks since I said book reviews would continue as normal), so it’s definitely time for a new one. This time, I read Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Hammer of Thor by one of my all-time favorite authors, Rick Riordan. Continue reading
I spent the past three weeks reading Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. This is way longer than I usually take to read books, but I was also reading it for class, and it’s super dense. I found myself bored and uninterested, but, at the same time, I was enthralled by the historical context that the novel carried. Continue reading