Why I Write 


I originally started writing to get my thoughts and feelings off my chest, but during this journey, some amazing things have happened. But I would like to tell you about a terrific Norwegian kid named Markus who has helped change the game. 
I met Markus on Twitter a few years ago, due to our mutual interest in the Inheritance Books by Christopher Paolini. We ended up discussing a lot about books, tv, movies, and life in general. One day, Markus found my blog, this blog, and started reading… And you know what? He hasn’t stopped. He would often send me supportive messages telling me that I wrote a great short story, or that I wrote a blog post that helped to get him through a tough day. 

As I wrote more and more about my experiences and personal battles, Markus would tell me that my writing helped him get through the struggles in his own life. He would often send me feedback on stories and give me suggestions on what to write next. He’s the reader that every writer dreams of having.


In the beginning of my writing journey, I always said that I wrote to release my feelings and free my soul onto the page. But now things are slightly different. Markus’ feedback has made me realize how heavily words can impact others. I’m no longer writing for my own freedom, but also for the freedom of others. 

Throughout this journey, even more readers like Markus have sent messages and left comments about how my writing has helped them, and when I see these messages, I can’t control the tidal wave of pride that surges through my body. I’m no longer writing for myself. I’m writing for you. I’m writing for us.

How many times have you had a bad day and you needed something to pull you out of your slump? Where did you turn to? The arts. Movies, tv, music, and writing. 

The power to help and inspire others is a major responsibility. We can all give someone a helping hand. It’s our duty as human beings to improve the lives of those around us. 

Markus’ compliments and feedback have helped me in more ways than I can count. I always tell him this, but I don’t think he understands exactly how much he has assisted my writing. His kind words have often lifted my days and they give me motivation to keep going, even when it’s been difficult. Writing is a mind-nubingly difficult task, so to know that you’re doing something right is priceless insurance to keep going. As Dory would say, “Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim.”

Dear reader, a simple comment or even the smallest bit of feedback can really turn someone’s day around. Whether you’re reading a great story, or if you see someone at the mall wearing a nice pair of shoes, you should let them know how you feel. I appreciate the time that you have spent reading these blog posts and sticking around for this crazy journey. I can’t help but notice how supportive you’ve been, and for that, I am forever grateful. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read these posts and all the rambling nonsense that comes with them. I have some serious plans for this blog and we are going to have tons of fun this year. Be prepared to have more fun than you ever thought was humanly possible. 

Writing is powerful magic. It withstands the tests of time and traverses the world’s oceans. It evokes feelings of centuries past and paints pictures that no other art can emulate. With great power comes great responsibility. I’m no longer writing for myself, I’m writing for you. I’m writing for us. 


Broken Bottles

My head felt like the ocean, like tidal wave after tidal wave was crashing against my skull. My eyes were reluctant doors on rusty hinges, but once they opened, I wish I had kept them closed. There were holes everywhere. Grotesque circles, roughly the size of marbles.  Continue reading

A New Direction


I would like to thank you for all the wonderful comments and support. You are limitlessly fantastic and I hope you know how much you’ve made me laugh, smile, and beam with pride from your wonderful words.

I’ve gotten requests to write more short stories here on this blog and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to post much more frequently throughout the week with new flash fiction pieces. I’ll still blog a few rants and observations about life, reading, and writing, but this blog will now feature more stories than ever before. 

If there’s anything you’d like me to write about, please leave a comment below, I would love to hear your opinion. 

There will be a brand new flash fiction piece tomorrow, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever done before, so I’d love to know what you think of it.

Once again, thank you for being the supportive fantastic creature you are. I’m amazed at how far a few words can travel across the world and reach us all. Stay tuned, we’re about to have all kinds of fun. I hope you’re having a fantastic day. 

Old Man In The Park – A Short Story


There’s a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper…

I’ve lost track of how many days and weeks I’ve followed him. At first glance he looks like an ordinary gentleman – bowler hat with a feather sticking out, glasses pushed to the tip of his nose, and a wrinkled face like an antique leather sofa. I watch his eyes scan the paper; he occasionally raises his eyebrows before flipping to the next page. He seems so innocent and elderly, but things usually aren’t as they seem.
My photography background for The Daily News has taught me the best positions in which to stay hidden from a person. My lens is trained, taking in his every move. He can’t even rub his eyes without my notice. I refuse to let him out of my sight. I’ve spent time in his garbage can, peering through his curtains, following him to his job on the subway, and even joining him for prayer at his neighborhood synagogue. Wherever he goes, my camera and I follow. 
 Now, you probably think I’m mad or something, but let me explain. I’ve seen some… things this guy can do. The first time I laid eyes on him, he was crossing the street when a car ran a red light and missed him by a few inches. The driver never stopped and kept speeding, but something strange happened. The old man gave him the middle finger and BOOM the car burst into flames. 
Since that moment, I’ve followed. I’ve seen him heat a pot and cook a warm meal with his bare hands while his electricity didn’t work. He walked into a bank one rainy April morning, strolled to the back and emptied drawers of money without using a key and no one noticed as if he wasn’t there! I swear, one time he vanished out of thin air, only to appear on a rooftop above me. I’ve observed him in a restaurant, ordering a glass of water, and then whispering to it and it turned into wine. 
Every time I capture one of those moments with my camera, something mysterious occurs. Exactly one hour after the picture is taken, it disappears like it was never there. 
I do not know his name, or if he’s even human. All I know is that one day, one of these photos has to stick. One day, this stranger will make me rich. I won’t take my eyes off him until he does. 

Don’t Read Bad Stories


Some people say it’s good to read bad stories because they show you what not to do if you’re a writer, and they also help you appreciate the art of storytelling and how hard it is to write a good story. Being the obsessively avid reader I am, I’ve read tons of great stories, as well as a fair share of horrible stories.

When I was younger, I always heard that you should finish a book, no matter how bad it was, but all that led to were countless nights of boredom and torture. I regret it all.

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How To Know You’re Reading An Unforgettable Book

To me, reading has always been a sacred pastime, filled with delight and adventure on every page we turn. Of course, not every book out there is a thrill, and some can even read like a computer manual. But with so many great books lurking in the world, how do you know what makes a certain book stand out from the rest? How do you know when a book will be permanently etched within the depths of your brain until the end of time?

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What Makes A Story Worth Writing?


Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I wrote a guest blog post today at Ashtyn Stann’s blog, Wonderland’s Reader. She kindly invited me over to invade her website with my nonsensical chicken scratch about what makes a story worth writing. If you’re curious about the writing process and what goes through my mind before I put a pen to the paper, I think you’d like to take a look.

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