It's funny how life and timing play out when it comes to your dreams. Take me for instance, I wanted to be a ballerina and tell stories through the fluidity of my movements, without the need of words, to convey meaning with my body, however, we didn't have the money growing up, so I choreographed... Continue Reading →
I am naturally an extrovert. I thrive around people, being social, being active, interacting and engaging with my surroundings and all that surrounds me! I love to host, I love to bring people out of their shells, I love to be the first one on the dance floor, sharing my creativity and inspiring others to... Continue Reading →
As a writer there is nothing better then typing the words The End onto whatever story you have been etching onto the page from the very inner depths of your brink, sinew and soul. Sure there can be a bittersweet edge laced into the Fin of what the words represent, for no longer will... Continue Reading →
No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →
Inside the Gotham City Bank: The Bank is dark, empty and eerie but a single voice echoes giddy and disembodied throughout the marble halls: “Question: what’s Bat and right and red all over? The answer may just surprise you!” Seemingly from nowhere Batman lands in the center of the grand structure, silhouetted by the skylight... Continue Reading →
The night is dark and thick with rain that pours down as unrelenting as the iron framework that keeps this facility cut off from the civilized world. Arkham Asylum. This particular extension is even more secluded, furrowed away from the main building and holding cell for the criminally insane or at least those lawyered up... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 