Some said that Ethan Mathers was one of the smartest men in the world. He didn’t know if that was true, but there was one thing he was sure about and that was he had the best memory in the world. He had what many experts called an Eidetic memory…

The sun rose and began its languid trip around the sky. Its light stretched among the woods, finding hidden spaces, covering others in new shadows. Dawn’s warm yellow light didn’t capture the way the frigid air stopped your breath, or how on really early mornings if you didn’t keep the…

It was a rainy day, the day that I met her. I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my…

I was walking through the park. The day was coming to a close, and the sunlight cast golden rays through the trees. The park was normally full of people at this time, but I took advantage of the serenity to order my thoughts on my way home from work. I…

After the initial attack, things at Shadowood calmed down. Lauren, however, wasn’t happy when she heard that Evan had left my side. In fact when I told her the story after getting back to the fieldhouse she slapped him. I remember Evan holding his hand to his reddening face, and…

I’d done it. I’d finally done it. It was perfect. She…she was perfect. After all these years the process was done. My life’s work. The perfect portrait. I’d spent years trying to create the perfect one. I’d spent hours with oil paints, I’d gone through countless pencils. I’ve spent my…

How to trick yourself into writing more — Every writer has at some point has had to deal with a deadline. The thought of deadlines still keeps me awake at night. For a long time, I worked as a ghostwriter where I made a lot of money because I specialized in super tight deadlines, often less than 24…

In the summer, among the rain and sun, I spent a week in the forest, with the trees, the dewy moss, and the damp leaves, among the thickets and the glen, along the meadow and wondering, when I’d return home from a day with my pad, and pen, a small tray of paints, a single brush…

He got up early that morning. The air had a chill and the ground was covered in frost. The sun was just starting to rise. There were small clouds trailing from his mouth and nose with each step he took. The cold was more bone chilling than he thought it…