“WOAH Nelly!!” Tugging the reigns of Norman the Steed, Dustin the Determined halts her beautiful backside at the entrance to the server village’s nearby Forest of Broccoli Florets. “I told you not to call me that, Dustin.” Norman sneers, turning her head to grimace at the nervous rider. “Oh, right…sorry. Norm. Er, Norma. I mean Normal. … More The Revolt Returns: Ep 2
August 1943. Sicily. I know not what to say. I want to join his ranks. I want to fight the Germans with him. It sounds silly, for me, a mere baker’s daughter, to want to join the fight. But it is so. The subconscious message must be sent, that I want to join you. Please. … More Love & Loss: 7
July, 1943. Sicily. I do not know what to think. I cannot decide what my disposition is to these Germans. We have been taught that they are all evil. That they are all terrible, horrid people who deserve nothing more than the iron fist of American judgment. And yet, I am conflicted. Is it true? … More Love & Loss: 6
I don’t know why what I’m about to tell you is the case. I can’t explain the strange, even eerie, shifts in my frame of mind that I’ve experienced recently. What I do know, however, is that what I’m about to type is 100% legitimate, real and deadly serious. This is not something I am making … More What do you care about? How to literally change everything.
July, 1943. Sicily. He is the greatest man I will ever know. Adam returned today. His first instinct was to barricade the wall, because he knew exactly what artillery strike would be taking place. He came in with that gleaming hair and shimmering smile and told me that he would never let me be harmed. … More Love & Loss: 5
July, 1943. Sicily. I can’t wait to see her again. Adalasia. Such a beautiful name. The dry spots on her hands told me that she was one that was willing to take on the burden of work. She was the first to volunteer her service, making sure none that followed had anything that needn’t be … More Love & Loss: 4
You know, the funny thing about writing is that we all hope to accomplish something with our words. Behind every letter, there is an intention or motive – a desire to make a point, if you will. Otherwise, there would simply be no stimulus to speak of. No sounds. No letters. No nothing. Be it … More Creativity and Writing
July, 1943. Sicily. He was here again today. Adam, the handsome soldier from the US 7th. I can still see his blonde hair, the sparkle, shimmering as the setting sun’s light reflects off his golden locks. He came into the shop today and asked for bread. His unit was most hurried, as there seemed to … More Love & Loss: 3
July, 1943. Sicily. I wonder if Father is proud of me. He always told me I would grow to accomplish great things one day. Yet here I lay, cold and cramped in a cot hardly fit for a prisoner. When I joined the US 7th, they told us we were undertaking one of the most … More Love & Loss: 2
July, 1943. Sicily. I hope I see him again. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled in a … More Love & Loss
How the World Should Work 