Thoughts on Daddy

That final Tuesday morning was the last time I talked to Daddy. It was raining outside. Now, at the age of forty-three I still remember. I remember Daddy's grey eyes, the sad way they looked off in the distance when he talked to me. I always wanted to be like him, and I still do. The little boy inside of me never died, and he will always reflect on the love I had for Daddy.

What is most important about writing is the art of storytelling. I hope that my writing does what a great story should do: make you feel, think, and see something so vividly that it impacts your interactions with the world around you after you've read it. That's because writing is a world all of its own. I write horror, flash fiction, and literary stories that take what we see--even what we want to see--and make it something entirely different. What is most important to this kind of experience is that you leave it saying, "Yep. That was it. And now my world is made anew."
I am a writer living in San Dimas, California, and I know that the stories I bring to Smashwords are worth the small contribution I ask. If not, tell me; I want to be a better writer, and I can't do it without feedback. Tell me your thoughts, and show me your stories. Let's share what our imaginations hold together.