Is it just me or has the world gone to shit? Nothing long-lasting seems to be happening. Everything is bits and pieces, half-hatched, quick turnaround time, last-minute collage of an idea and nothing is ever given time to grow into what it needs to become. …

And if the snow could scream, it would. “Run, Carmine.” That voice was in my head, instructions from my own common sense. My feet fell heavy and hard on the damp foliage. I wanted to be swift. In my head, I commanded my muscles to obey but my body was…

If you have tears in your eyes, droplets rolling down your cheeks, a gut-wrenching knot in your stomach, and unimaginable pain emanating from somewhere within your heart, read this. I will not tell you it’s okay because it most definitely is not. Nobody deserves to be taken so far away…

Adding healthy habits to your daily routine can transform your life but removing unhealthy habits that aren’t serving you can really give you the boost you need to get started on your self-development journey in 2020. Conventional wisdom would have you believe that removing something has got to be easier…

Have you had enough of intrusive thoughts that keep popping in your head and just won’t go away? Maybe it’s time to ditch some of these thinking patterns that might be holding you back. The human mind is a funny thing. It can be razor-sharp when it needs to be…

I hack away at the street console that the RA has sanctioned me to fix. This one is old and rickety and wouldn’t budge. I’ve been at it for three hours now and running the calculation in my head over and over again, I’m certain this gig has already cost…

“What did you say Eugene did now?” I ask Zel raising an eyebrow in suspicion because I hope it’s not what I think it is. “He went ahead and cut my hair short, see — ” Oh, I saw. “What did we talk about setting boundaries, Zel?” I catch myself…

Part 1 When Yurnero walked in, lord Neherazi was pacing up and down in the council room with his hands meticulously tucked behind him. Unsurprisingly, nothing in his demeanor suggested that the Isle of Masks was now on the brink of war. Instead of Lord Neherazi, Yurnero fixated his gaze…

Quentin’s shoe scuffed against cobblestone. His foot tripped on the damp floor and he was about to fall but the old man gripped the back of his t-shirt and pulled him hard. A chill went up Quentin’s spine which made him notice the thin layer of snow on the road…