Prison Cell Paranoia (part 2)

Some bolt of madness comes from a demonic source, and I’m swirling and swirling in inner chaos. ‘He wrote this because he hates my writing.’ ‘Did she call me a narcissist using subtle, vague imagery?’ ‘Does she want me to suffer because she’s never forgiven me?’ and then this amicable, passionate man is possessed by…

People

When we write, we write with the hardest hearts, singed raw with pride, but when we grieve, those hearts soften, and words become tears cascading down rough contours and jagged edges. What’s written isn’t felt when hands mechanically type, but when it’s felt, despair cloaks us, and we wish for idyllic unknowns and peaceful reveries….

Philosophical Essay Challenge

This week, the Literati Mafia hosts a unique philosophical essay challenge. The theme is depravity. You can draw inspiration from the T in TULIP if you’re a hardcore Calvinist, but please focus only the depravity part! We don’t want a sermon! We want a reflective essay that examines depravity. You can write about low-lives and…

Dear Melissa

When you read this, I won’t know if you’ll be shocked or just subdued. I won’t know if you’ll think I took the coward’s way out or had the courage to do something most people only dream or talk about. Life is filled with tragic curves and barely guarded hairpin bends and there’s only so…