This is writing that I've done over the years for classes. It's not all the best, but I'm putting it on because hopefully it shows progress from the early classes to the later. People in class sort of labled me as the dark, weird writer. In a few of these stories, I really catered to that idea, I think mostly because I liked having my own style. (That's a way for me to excuse myself for the really strange stuff you might read in this) Okay, that's all I have to say. If you read anything, tell me what you thought via facebook or e-mail or something. I'd really like to know, and be honest.

*you need to be able to open .doc files to read these (Microsoft Word)


Salt and Train Tracks
(fiction) Fall 2006 - This was the last story I did in college. I just re-read it and... I don't know. It's the only story I wrote in college that doesn't have a supernatural element to it. I did it as mainly a challenge to myself to see if I could do it. It's different than my other stuff, but there are a few really good moments in it. I got the biggest re-action from readers after they read this than any other story, though. I guess that's something.

the Tunnel
(poetry) Fall 2007 - What is this about? I think it's pretty obvious. I'm not sure why, but I like this poem. It's short and simple. It's pessimistic. There's meaning on the surface and then deeper meaning you probably won't get. Tell me if you like it. (I don't really care if you don't. haha...)

The Troll
(fiction) Fall 2006 - I didn't like this as much when I was writing it. I had a lot of problems with it because it's... odd. It's about a troll that eats little kids from underneath their beds. I tried to make it interesting, though. I just re-read it and I kind of like it. I kind of want to read it to my seven-year old nephew, just to see what his reaction would be.

the Circle now Spirals
(fiction) Spring 2006 - This is probably my favorite short story I wrote in college. I wrote it with literature in mind, not just entertainment, like I do in the other ones. There is so much symbolism and deeper meaning crammed into this little thing. I thought it was all obvious, but after talking to some people, it's not obvious at all. It's actually kind of boring. I wouldn't suggest reading it. If you do, tell me what you think.

The Vile Orchid
(fiction) Spring 2006 - I read H. G. Wells' "The Strange Orchid" awhile back. He's sort of my idol. I think he had amazing ideas, but was more of a storyteller, not a writer. "the Strange Orchid" is about a man who is longing for adventure and gets excited when he buys an undiscovered Orchid somewhere. The story, of course, takes a "Little Shop of Horrors" twist, only it's a very light and carefree. This is my own version of the story.

With Ivory Wings
(fiction) Fall 2005 - This is the weirdest story I ever wrote in college. I'm posting it online a year and a half later because I was sort of ashamed. I just re-read it, though. I actually think it's pretty cool. The writing is great, at least I think so. I wrote it in response the Romantic poem, "Christabel," by Coleridge. It's an awesome poem that he never finished. It's got a lot of the same lesbian, Christian, and possession themes. If you read this, read it with an objective mind, and don't judge.

Filling the Void
(fiction) Spring 2005 - This was my first critiqued fiction writing (post-elementary school). It's not too long. I think the assignment was supposed to be 5-7 pages long. I was sort of holding back on the weirdness, because I wasn't sure how people would respond to the sci-fi feel that I like to write in. This is probably the most "tamed" thing I'm ever going to write. If you want to read a quick, pleasant story, this one would be good.

Flawless Song
(poetry) Spring 2005 - Alright, I don't write poetry very often... er... ever. We had to write a little bit of everything in the first creative writing class. I really can't do free-verse poetry. It's just so odd to me. Spending the time to find the right meter and rhythm with the syllables makes poetry tolerable to me. Try to figure out this poem first, then scroll to page two to read what it means.

This White Mask
(poetry) Fall 2006 - So remember before when I said I don't ever write poetry? I lied. So, I wrote a poem in my leisure time. Yeah, I know, that's pretty weird. It totally came out of nowhere, too. I just needed to vent, so I sat down and wrote a poem. I've never done that before. One time I wrote lyrics to a song to vent, which is sort of like a poem, but it's not the same. Lyrics are cool, a poem is... I don't know. I enjoyed writing this, and I really like what came out of it. Read it, although it will probably mean nothing to you. Maybe someday I'll write an explanation.