A Little Something Different

A Little Something Different In general, it is an adorable assured sentimental, heart-warming and uplifting book. Apparently, it is a straightforward adoration story, told repeatedly in a sufficient amount. Boy chances on a girl, however, it necessitates the total book for them to inform each other how they sense and experience.

The creative writing teacher, the delivery guy, the local Starbucks baristas, his best friend, her roommate, and the squirrel in the park all have one thing in common—they believe that Gabe and Lea should get together. Lea and Gabe are in the same creative writing class. They get the same pop culture references, order the same Chinese food, and hang out in the same places. The resourceful inscription instructor, the delivery chap, the indigenous shift supervisors, at Starbucks, his chief pal, her roomie, and the squirrel in the meadows all share one thing—they accept as true that Gabe and Lea should collectively become one. Lea and Gabe are in the equivalent imaginative writing category. They acquire the same pop civilization recommendations, ask for the similar Chinese food, and associate with the same whereabouts. Regrettably, Lea is snobbish, Gabe has problems, and notwithstanding their primary joint infatuation, it seems as if they (in no way) intend to improve their state gradually, by solving their problems. Nevertheless, in one way or another even when not anything is taking place, a little is occurring between them, and one and all can make it out. Their resourceful inscription instructor shoves them mutually. The supervisors at Starbucks observe their affiliation like a TV program. The chauffeur of their bus informs his spouse about them. The stewardess at the restaurant routinely creates a joint sitting arrangement for them. (more…)

Love’s Labors

I’m going to get her back.

It was all going great, or so I thought. From the moment we met online (shut up, everyone meets online these days), I knew we had something different. She was outdoorsy, liked mountain climbing and going on hikes with her dog. What kind of dog, you ask? A Husky that she named Balto. A little cliché, but cute, and he loved me too, just like she did. We went on those walks together every Wednesday morning, and I lived for them. That mountain air, and the sun catching the red in her hair, making it glow. It was like a dream.

husky hiking mountains

Now it might as well have been.



For the past month, Piper hasn’t been herself, and it’s all because of her reflection.

She’s covered all the mirrors in her hotel room with duct tape, now. She doesn’t want to see it. It’s an omen, a rotting prequel of things to come.

horror mirror it

The first morning she saw it was like any other. She’d eaten two bowls of cereal and bounded upstairs to brush her teeth. Her mom was yelling at her. “Piper! Hurry up, you’re going to be late for school! You have a test first hour, remember?”


The Boogie Man Clown

The first day the clown appeared was a Wednesday. Carl knew this because he was at Oliver’s house and he was at Oliver’s house every Wednesday. His mom had arranged it with Oliver’s mom at the beginning of the school year because her new boss made every employee at the company work late one day a week and Wednesday was his mom’s day.

house with clown across street

Carl and Oliver had heard about the scary clown phenomena, as had every 5th grader in his school, but they hadn’t known anyone who had personally seen one.


The Creature from the Pit

When the first kid disappeared nobody panicked. Nobody even thought twice about it at first, because it was a ball pit and a ball pit is a place for children to hide.

ball pit dark publishing

I, myself, remember always wanting nothing more than to burrow into that glorious vat of plastic spheres and let them muffle the voices of the screaming throng of kids around me. Of course, this all took place when I was 7. I haven’t even been near a ball pit after what happened that day.


The Dark Sensations of Psychological Suffering


Top of Form Protracted depression is a state that can distress countless persons; however, the way it affected me is difficult to explain. Having lost my capital in the stock market at some point in the breakdown of 1987 (when the market knocked out over and above twenty percent in a single day) I lost quite a bit of capital. I became so hopeless that suicide was honestly my last resort at concluding my distressing and bodily soreness. Those were the times when I was frequently not contemplating unmistakably. The state of affairs that life hurled at me really blunted my sanity.

It looked as if I was powerless to understand that there may be other ways to handle my pain. Actually I never wanted to expire but simply wished for the pain I was undergoing to discontinue. Prolonged gloominess had made me feel valueless and it appeared as if I had no other alternatives at hand.

bathtub suicideOne day I was sitting in my living room convincing myself to toddle into a sizeable body of water or immersing a live electric device in an occupied bath tub so as to meet death by electric tremor or gash the wrists or jump from a high rise building to the roadway below and so on. Out of the blue…….. The door buzzer tinkled………I paced to the door with an unsteady gait……….and unbolted it at a snail’s pace….. “Are you Mark Daniel?” inquired a young boy clothed in denims and a short-sleeved casual top. (more…)

The Scariest Movie I’ve Ever Watched

I’m fully aware of scary movies getting bad reviews lately. I think it’s because Hollywood hasn’t done the best of jobs creating realistic, modern scary movies. Making and producing a scary movie is not an easy task for any film director to accomplish. It is a hard thing to make people feel invaded when there in the comfy, warm, secure movie theater or family room.

movie theater comfy

Rarely will you see movies on the market that really have that frightening factor, making people jump out of their seats with fear. There are too many movies on the market that have a cheesy appearance or outright annoying plot that doesn’t make sense at all.

Many people remember the ancient days with the cheesy, old movies with people doing stupid things to heighten the adrenaline pumping fear, most people desire when watching a scary movie in the first place.


A Halloween Scare

Have you ever been scared out of your mind, you had no idea what to do but pee in your pants? Okay, maybe not the pee in your pants part, but you get what I mean. It’s hard to be around other people when something frightening happens and you don’t flinch or jump. I can remember multiple different occasions when I was in high school being with my girlfriend and friends, running into some spooky endeavors.

scary halloween fright


When I was in high school I was very rebellious. When someone told me I couldn’t do something, I found a way to do it. I never liked rejection or negativity.

Having the wrong attitude is contagious and it spreads like wildfire if your not careful. Having the ability to differentiate yourself from the rest of different attitudes and personalities means everything. I love being different.


Getting Lost In California

You may think that this is going to be a fun story about getting lost on the beaches of the warm San Diego coastline where we stumble into a bar  and end up at a house party having the time of our lives as we party until sunset with the wealthy people of the Fortune 500 companies. It’s not one of those stories.

This story is about getting lost in the woods on a windy night in the forests of Humboldt County in Northern California. When people talking about exploring California, this is the kind of true California explorations that people will write home to their parents about.

Have you been to Humboldt? If you have, then you may be familiar with the type of abstract culture that the area is all about. Humboldt, to be honest, is a pretty messed up town. Lots of drugs flow in and out of the area and there are tons of operations taking place in the dense forests of the county. That’s where our story begins. (more…)

The Dark Houses

We procured an ancient dwelling, my hubby Michael and I. When we told our friends and acquaintances that we had bought a very old house, the question was, ‘Are there any ghosts in that house?’ Both of us would laugh it away hysterically. That house retained an appealing allure and we promptly fell under its enchantment. However, the owner of that house was an elderly woman named Nancy, who seemed emotionally attached to the house but at the same time, there was an air of discomfort about her…that was somehow undesirable for me. Since Michael were all for it, I had to submit to his preference.

It appeared as if Nancy treasured the abode with each bit of her personality. In some way, I felt irritated and uncalled-for when she passionately sang praises of that house in a non-stop style.  For me it was the earliest time to reside in such an aged residence. I was a bit harassed by its history and by visualizing all the residents and proceedings of life that would have taken place under its timber.