Self mutilation is the act of causing bodily harm without the intent of death. By definition, I mutilated my body by removing three of my own fingers. The intention was not to bare a battle scar that...

Over the past couple of months I have been doing my best to regularly participate in creative writing groups across the web. I not only find it enjoyable to write in a fictional fashion, I also enjoy...

Rain draws near. As the thick black clouds roll across the sky, one persistent phantom of my past comes to pay a visit. Like any courteous guest, I am presented with gifts upon arrival. First a dull...

Book Review Seven Days of Terror Earlier this week I wrote up a quick post talking about my birthday and having received a Nook from my wife. After playing with the device for a few minutes, I...

Last week I celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday. Ever since turning twenty-one, I haven't seen birthdays as the exciting days that I used to. I suppose in my youth, each year drew me closer to the...

Today marks the five-year anniversary of my death. While my body and mind may live on, my compassion and love have rotted to dust. One horrific moment in my existence changed my life forever. That...