Amelia She looked down and noticed the coffee she held in her hands was cold. The sun was turning a deep orange outside as it sunk further below the horizon. She
writing Mendlin He could hear dogs barking in the near distance. "Shit!", he cursed. He knew that if he kept his head down the ditch, he might stay hidden.. but any dog
When you have nothing to write about I want to write. I have always wanted to write. Stories which welled so effortlessly in my younger years no longer seem to do so. Even after I deeply ruminate,
Archetypes These past few days I've been trying to wrap my mind around the concepts of Jungian Archetypes. I was first introduced to the concept of Archetypes by the book, The
